I Love…
…writing poems no one will read …cookies dipped in coffee …hotel lobby breakfasts … My Chemical Romance …going out for breakfast …libraries and bookstores …stationary and office supplies …Star Wars …flowers …Fall Out Boy …concerts
…writing poems no one will read …cookies dipped in coffee …hotel lobby breakfasts … My Chemical Romance …going out for breakfast …libraries and bookstores …stationary and office supplies …Star Wars …flowers …Fall Out Boy …concerts
I’m tired of feeling like I have to hate things. I’m tired of living in a society I didn’t create full of asshole billionaires who are the only ones with enough money to create things. I’m tired of living in…
I am the dark blue of a tumultuous sea, black at the depths where despair has sunk like a rusting sea vessel. Once bouncing with hope on white caps, wind at its bow, sun on its decks, now lost to…
I wish I could invite you into an aesthetic. We could sit in a white room on a blush couch free of crumbs and random letters. Drink sweet tea in matching cups, served on a wooden tray without stains of…
I have a terrible self image and I suck at seeing my strengths. My therapist suggested I ask some people I trust for 5 words they feel describe me. I actually proceeded to ask almost everyone I know which probably…
Spring fell in three days of relentless rain. Soaking the first sprouts and turning yards to fresh mud. While we waited for the leaves, the birds filled the trees instead, with long awaited song. Soon the colors will wake from…
I had a revelation last night about how I’ve gone through life never feeling good enough because I have based my worth on whether or not I’d be seen as attractive to a man. Last night I was like, fuck…
In 2024 let’s choose to live. Let’s choose fun over fear.Let’s create for ourselves rather than for likes.Let’s make terrible art.Let’s laugh at stupid shit.Let’s love and be open to others without the fear of rejection.Let’s choose people who go…
The tree sits in darkness waiting to glow with the coming of dusk. Silent presents almost vibrating with anticipation of tomorrow. Malls have been walked with their lights and noise and gifts carried in big paper shopping bags. Gifts to…
I first came to Substack as a reader. Maybe it was Austin Kleon’s newsletter or Ask Polly or Jeff Tweedy who lead me here, I don’t remember. But, I am grateful for the discovery of so many wonderful writers in this space and the support they…