The cat’s purr is a comforting sound, a rumbling that resonates deep in her chest. Its comforting vibrations trickle into my skin and into my lungs, wrapping so closely around my heart that I forget I need to breathe.
The cat stops walking and I, too, stop breathing.
It wasn’t hard to get hold of you. You were online when I sent the message. You might have taken a few more minutes to respond than necessary, but you did anyway, and I thank you for that.
The day we talked, the sun was about to set. It turned the sky pink, out at the sea.
2019. It feels like it is a repeat of 2018 but instead of feeling like it launched itself away from the linear timeline, it feels like it is dragging on and occupying the space that 2018 didn’t spend any time occupying.
It’s been a few months since I last updated this blog and since the last time I checked in, a few things have changed. Today marks the last day of my internship and the only thing I took from that job is that bosses can be irrationally nitpicky and would […]
Dear Number Seven,
Has anyone ever felt like their name is not their own name? I’ve been feeling this disassociation for a while now. I’m not even sure if I can confidently tell you my name anymore because it almost feels like I don’t have a name. I just am.
People are dumb. We know this, but how dumb are people exactly?
I speak only from my experience with stan Twitter. I have recently written an article that summarizes what I think is the problem with stan Twitter. Stan Twitter is one of the, if not the most, toxic places you can be in.