It really is just always everything all the time I guess 🐝

one day i will have posters and walls to put them on an xbox, the original one, and a 360 and maybe a ps2, and a cute shelf of all the games i love. a handful from my uncle, everything i found from the trade-in pile at eb games, more not yet found on cash…

it really does come in waves. it seems like just a poetic metaphor, but i feel the crash and recede almost literally the tide is rising again its less like water and more like resin, being swirled across a surface. whorls and bubbles and ripples mar the p…

i've become startlingly aware of the asymmetry of my own hands recently. each of my fingers is a different shape, bent inwards at a different angle. the innermost are pudgy, the knuckles kind of obtuse from injuries when i was a kid. they're both twisted,…

i'm still smiling, in spite of it all the ache in my chest doesnt quite go away, but it's balanced out by the golden sparks crackling along my ribs butterflies in my tummy orbiting their ball of toxic lead fragments of a dream frozen in time on the precip…

catching myself falling into bad habits again. it really takes so little for all my carefully cultivated resilience to fall away, huh?

according to the very vague analytics, someone was going through a significant chunk of my blog over the weekend, or just before it. given that i hadn't written anything new around that point, i can only assume it was someone i know. but i've got no way to

the irony of it all is i think it would be less likely to happen had nobody said anything. you know how the sayings go; about adversity and opportunity; about distance and flames; about the kinds of kindnesses that shift stubborn hearts. those who try to…

there's a kind of emotional work required in friendships that just kicks the shit out of me sometimes, and i fear this maybe makes me a bad person. its the showing up, when things get awkward and difficult. you fucked up, and now you have to accept that.…

you make a million decisions in the course of your life, and you'll forget most of them. as i set out to write this, at 4am, it feels very important. that's why i've made the decision to write it. it feels important because it is 4am, because i am a drama…

there was something you said a couple weeks ago, about always feeling calmer on the days after we hang out. i went looking for the messages, but i cant remember your exact wording. i've been thinking about it since then though. there's a set of traits that

Construct the world that you find most comfortable to live in, out of paper and glitter and glue, a little smattering of truth to hold it all together.