I am so scared of being the unaware monster. I’m uncomfortable with the mistakes I do make, can you imagine the ones that are too big to face.
I am so scared of being the unaware monster. I’m uncomfortable with the mistakes I do make, can you imagine the ones that are too big to face.
How can both of these things be true? I don’t know. But you tell me if they don’t both manage to ring true.
I know that its important to be kind to yourself. I know positive self-talk is effective. But damn if it doesn’t feel good to speak the truth about myself and my shortcomings sometimes.
Some thoughts on my thoughts about sex. Let’s talk about it.
Sometimes you just have to sit in the conflicting emotions, no matter how bad you want things to be clear, true, right, wrong…easy
Greetings from the frustration of contentment and how it means I have no urge to write
These were the thoughts that led to me writing Baby Steps earlier this week. I was trying to think of a way to represent something imperceptibly small but incredibly impactful. It made me think that this unique feeling which bothered me so much, of something just out of my reach being my fault, might be someone else’s normal.
A baby’s first step is an enormously small thing. Unfortunately so are many of the things that hold us back.
I wrote this as something fun to think about when we were sneaking post cards onto our upstairs neighbor’s porch. Happy Friday, remember to celebrate
If you haven’t watched any Midnight Gospel (on Netflix) yet you should. I am jealously admiring how interesting those people’s thoughts are and it makes me want to listen to myself speak to see if I can even hold my own attention.
Whether or not anyone is looking, it feels really good to try and commit to a personal project. So in an effort to work on consistently writing I have been combining minor journaling with poetry. This is another one of those.
I wrote this in a moment of intense emotion. I don’t feel like this now and I don’t feel like it all the time. I don’t think it’s hard to be me. But poetry is how I process the most intense negative emotions to get them out. Writing this really helped.
God doesn’t believe in art
The universe doesn’t believe in art
Art, like law, is a human institution
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