This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
The last piece I wrote in 2020
I think it’s incomplete.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
murder on the content express
I may say that hallucinations and delusions are positively parasitic, but let it never be said I denounced all flights of fantasy.
I’ll keep writing.
Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties. In vague chronological order. i i stripped myself of all regrets and sterilized my life of guilt the world lacks the strength to hold me i am a ghost in my own city ii if you are a monster,…
Botticelli’s women are always beautiful.
I once knew a girl who had fair and glowing skin. She wasn’t like me; she looked nothing like me. Her delicate features sloped in blurred, unassuming lines. Welcoming. Peaceful. They commanded the eyes to follow. She had golden-brown hair, with the kind of curls you don’t expect to be smooth and soft to touch….
and on other words; (an art recs post)
A string of five prose and poetry recommendations, off the top of my head. In no particular order. “My head is bloody, but unbowed.” Invictus by W. E. Henley I first heard of this piece as a quote from another book, and the words sustained me for a very long time. I used to recite the poem…
Five Reasons Why I Won’t “Fall in Love”. Again.
Writing and performing a personal narrative for Speech 11 was a cathartic and frankly exhausting experience. But watching everyone else was very fun and insightful! Definitely adds new perspectives to life. I posted everything here because I want to. It isn’t that coherent (I’d probably need 15 minutes of speech time to set everything straight),…
“Google Keep”, a collection of idle thoughts
Because sometimes I just can’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk to whip out a notebook and write.