There’s Nothing You Can Do
It’s cold outside. It rained earlier. A small shower that soaks through everything that you wear. It’s classic English weather, or so I’ve been told.
It’s cold outside. It rained earlier. A small shower that soaks through everything that you wear. It’s classic English weather, or so I’ve been told.
Under the light, I can see why people find Jesus intimidating.
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.
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.
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.
So, it’s been another month or two since my last update and I’m not even really sure what I should write about. It has come to my attention that this WordPress blog has turned into some sort of weird diary for me and I’m sort of confused as to what […]