Recently, I was drinking tea. There were several cups on the table, a huge flower vase by my side. I was sitting at a big table, just like every stupid thing that pops into my head, that I do and later regret. I stood up and, in a pleasant kind of shock, bumped into the vase. The result: all the cups fell to the floor and shattered. Somehow, in a way I can’t really explain, like when you see a U.F... » Continue Reading
Dear Walker, I love idiot things. Like the word “lollipops". Or male bees. But in a universe full of exploding kittens and rotting stars, the most foolish thing of all is the possibility of talking to you. You've seen me seven times. Seven, my cursed number. Five » Continue Reading
Dear Clock, You stopped at 03:47 PM, a strange time. And in that moment, I felt something snap inside me too. Time stood still, and I, too, was left frozen. I wonder... did you stop because you were tired of ticking? Or was it because something inside you broke, like it did in me? Graciously, Charlie. Dear Clock, The world around me keeps spinning faster. People run, they hurry, they rush — and... » Continue Reading
1. He’ll never forget you 2. He’ll make pancakes for you. 3. The jokes are funnier. 4. His blood is made of green candy. 5. He’ll paint an abstract picture of you and him. » Continue Reading
In the summer of 2012, I went to the cemetery for the first time because my grandpa had died. My mom was super sad, but honestly, I didn’t get why. Yeah, yeah, she wasn’t gonna see him again, and yeah, he was seven feet under. Deeper than my chances of winning the lottery or my hopes of having a normal family dinner. But h » Continue Reading
Today my friend Gabrielly sent me a message: "I'm bored," and I thought it was so cool. Not because she was actually bored, but because boredom itself feels like a statement. Like: “I exist, and time exists, but nothing matters enough to fill the space between us.” Like a bridge lifted, and I was the bus plummeting into the void beneath it, metal twisting, glass shattering, no one left to scream. » Continue Reading
"Hey!! How are you? I'm fine, thanks." I love when people have this dialogue, because it's so superficial. Two human beings, with entire universes of trauma, secrets, fears, and disgusting little habits… reduced to “fine, thanks.” Beautiful, isn't it? Like painting over a corpse with pink glitter. Sometimes I wonder if people even want honesty. Imagine answering: “How are you?” — “Oh, I’m rotting ... » Continue Reading