Yooooo. I am caught between two different places and it's not fun at all. I feel like my life here is swirling in a million directions and I'm not at the point where I can do anything about them yet. It's kind of like 'hmmm if I wait a bit longer, I can make a … Continue reading midnight memories.
I'm listening to the album that inspired one of my favourite manuscripts, and I've come to the (maybe strange) realization that my muse has always been a cross between good music and handsome boys. Sometimes this overlaps into male artists who I like, but most of the time a pretty face and a good song … Continue reading never, never far.
Lately, I've been feeling very spacey. My self-image is out of whack and I feel like I'm looking at things the wrong way. I feel like someone has told me a story and left out a lot of important details, so I find myself trying to remember a conversation I never had. Writing is so … Continue reading ‘let the past be in the past’
My friend bought a book about moon signs and sent me all this info about moon in Aquarius women, which would be me. There was this cool page on questions to journal about so I wrote them all down and thought it would be fun to answer them for myself. I wrote down the questions, … Continue reading moon in aquarius journaling
It's August 1. I feel very strongly that this will be a good month for me and I'm excited for a lot of the good things that I'm wishing for to come into the light. Alternatively, I'm also excited for the good things I haven't wished for but are meant for me to come into … Continue reading august.
I love you. I’d never had the reason to say it before. I thought you knew. I thought you were listening. But I’ve learned to understand maybe more that look in your eyes says “no” and I’m together now with that idea. I’m together now. this idea of growth, this idea of love, I understand … Continue reading more often
Another year-old drabble. This is about me slowly coming out of depression. Title is from the Utada Hikaru song of the same name. * her face had a salty taste, almost unforgivable, almost etched into her pores like waterfalls. and she flip-flopped so often that, at the end of the day, none of it mattered. … Continue reading ‘blue’