writing is so much more difficult when one would rather be screaming. i want to yell, and i want to dance, and i want to run barefoot down a very long hallway until my lungs burn and my legs collapse and i want to do anything to not feel so stuck. so still. tonight i sit in my room. watching 500 days of summer. crying. listening to the smiths. wishing i was zooey deschanel (yet another addition to... » Continue Reading
i got a job recently. it's the first job i've ever had. i'm hostessing at a restaurant not far from my house. obviously there was a bit of a learning curve at first, not a lot of the skills i needed were things i was taught, but figuring out what to do is mostly common sense once you figure out when to do it. it's been three weeks now and i feel that i've got a better grip of the rhythm of the pla... » Continue Reading
i haven't been to any funerals lately, and i don't plan to soon (though i guess you never really do plan to) but i've been thinking about life after death. not the afterlife, but the way people go on living after someone they love dies. it seems the still-living are left in a double bind wherein they're expected to both mourn and move on. obviously the societally expected period of grief is give... » Continue Reading
the weather is finally beginning to feel like summer weather. as i sit outside today i cannot find a single cloud in the sky, and the sky is that clear, vibrant shade of blue you only see on a sunny day. i have two weeks left of my junior year of high school. in two weeks the daily stress of writing down due dates, planning around club events, and eating lunch in a classroom will be over. i'm hop... » Continue Reading
just to start off, i hate the word cringe. sometimes for its meaning but mostly i hate the way it sounds and feels. it's my equivalent of how middle school girls react to the word "moist" to get to my actual point- i hate the feeling i get when i like something i know is cringey. this is difficult, because for a teenage girl there's hardly anything that isn't cringey. whether your interests make ... » Continue Reading
i need to write an essay tonight, yet all i can bring myself to do is write blogs. these stupid shouts into the echochamber of the internet. i am writing to no one. that means you. you, reading this, to me you are no one, just as i am no one to you. disappeared from your thoughts the moment you hit that red 'x' up in the corner. go ahead, leave a comment, prove to me that you are real. » Continue Reading
take my mind from my body, i cannot bare these thoughts, when my head turns to thinking, my stomach turns to rot, i cannot move. i cannot breathe. thoughts like a noose around my neck, take my mind from my body, or take whatever is left. » Continue Reading
for those of you unfamiliar- a manic pixie dream girl is an archetype female character whose purpose is to bring the male protagonist to some realization of a fuller life. she's an effortless angel, she's into literature and art and has a quiet disdain for normalcy, she will tell you she loves you and show you you have purpose. but she doesn't. have a purpose, that is. she's not allowed to. of cou... » Continue Reading
i think it is my destiny to someday fail to burnout to give up you know... like the cool kids it seems the trend at least, everyone loves being the "burnout gifted kid" or maybe they just love having a name... being part of a group... knowing they're not alone in their failure. it's not just being a burnout either, people love being depressed, anxious, being part of some small group that will vali... » Continue Reading
i sort of love midnight. it is the only time when it's no longer today, it's tomorrow. the only time of day when you can be free from the responsibilities of the day, because it's not today, it's tomorrow. i would not compare it to time travel, because it doesn't seem to exist in time. it's just quiet, peaceful. maybe you'll find this peace in some corner of 4am, or tucked away just after 10 pm, ... » Continue Reading
a question i've frequently debated with peers is "what makes something art?" in my mind, art is made in two places: the mind of the maker and the eye of the beholder. in order for something to be art, it must find meaning in one of these two places. what i mean by this is if an artist made the most beautiful and skilled painting, it would not be art without some emotion, lesson, or purpose behind ... » Continue Reading
i found this website on tiktok, as i'm sure most of you did, and it's really piqued my interest. it blatantly feeds off of nostalgia, but what's more intriguing is that its user base (myself included) was hardly around to have the experiences that it should be nostalgic of. myspace came out in 2003, i wasn't born until 2005 and i didn't truly have unrestricted internet access until about 2018. any... » Continue Reading