And even on the nights when I’ve laughed the most I find myself wondering what’s on the other side grief And how will I know when I get there?

Right now, I’m in this season where I can feel the itch again — the desire to build something communal, artistic, electric. I want to bring back the kind of creative energy that makes a whole city feel awake. The kind we had in the years right after the pandemic — that temporary, gorgeous renaissance when everyone wanted to gather and breathe life into rooms again. That felt like the most radicalized version of my life. Where I Am Now: Recalibrated, Grounded, Ready Over the l

SOLUTION: (TL;DR) the anti-establishment needs to protect & maintain its own media literacy & its own lexicon. Let’s stop letting oppressive institutions write the dictionary for a world they don’t even understand. TikTok just announced a plan to roll out a “Media Literacy” campaign that will cost them millions. This will now include marking AI generated content so that veiwers know which content is native and which fake. From the headlines, it might appear that Big Tech is c

Finding satisfaction in the dissolving of my previous selves Finding myself increasingly detached from self sabotage and inclined towards preservation The reduction of self allows the strongest flavors and substance to emerge Its flavor and substance I crave—in all things In all things let there be substance, intention, delicacy In all things let me find grace and contribute beauty Who am I and what is that brought me here? Does it even matter, or has being subjected to mass

When I say "I feel alive again." What I mean is that I don't wanna kill myself. What I mean is that in this very moment there are reasons to be living. I mean I can hear the voice of God once more. When I say "I'm feeling like myself again." What I mean is that I'm a mystery even to myself. What I mean is that I'm finding new things that feel like the old things that once made me feel whole. I mean I've found something on the outside that's reflected back something on the ins

Lately, it feels like everyone I know is in the middle of a quiet personal rebrand. Not the dramatic phoenix-from-the-ashes reinvention the internet loves, but subtle shifts, tiny edits, and small rebellions against the identities we’ve outgrown. It’s like there’s a collective exhale happening. A soft transition. A soft quit. It's giving Pandemic 2.0. I mean, they're even giving out stimulus checks again... both rolling my eyes and crossing my fingers This isn't a crisis, tho

I'm sharing this with a moody bathroom selfie so it still feels like IG for you lover I've been so convinced by the influencer era that I needed to be on social media creating content that I forgot I'd actually rather curate experiences and evoke emotions. I miss the days of writing long form, sharing whatever the fuck I want & not even considering the god forsaken algorithm. I've been so wrapped up in templates, graphics, engagement, insights, forcing myself to create when I

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Writing is a process that helps me become more aware of myself. I haven't had the opportunity to do much recording of the many words that...

I'm not going to give you the long version of this story, even though I kind of want to. But in November of 2021, after a full year of...

I haven’t spent as much time writing as I should I miss my empty shell I love the way the water sounds as it splashes into my cup I love...

Started the year out with COVID...so I'm glad that's over with. Since the last time I wrote, I have taken some fairly drastic steps to...

I think I was writing about you all along That moment where I feel like I could've dreamed you up I told myself "I'll know it when I see...

That I wish I had more time to write. That I wish I had more energy to communicate to you. I often think about what I would write if I...

I think I was writing about you all along That moment where I feel like I could've dreamed you up I told myself "I'll know it when I see...

That's pretty much what 2020 did for me. I can't say "to me" without sounding like a daft damsel. The pandemic exacerbated a few brutal...

The real me plays music loudest first thing in the morning and dances in the shower to songs on repeat The real me is pulling wrinkled...

I’d rather be Wrapped in your arms And lips pressed firm I’d rather be Spun up and tangled And catching my breath I’d rather be Swept off...

Lift me up and pull me in- I don't wanna sleep Shift with me and taste my skin I'm not yet ready for bed. The mattress is an entire...

I'm spilling out again looking for cracks to fill again moving into tight spaces and unwelcome again. Endless expansion and strength in...

A scribble became divine and there's a circle from a line and the waves and some treasure and the fuzz from a feather. Through time, like...

Loving you isn't even second nature it's first. If you told me you remembered me from lifetimes ago, I'd ask if they were the same ones...

This morning as I drove to work I started to miss my old life with you. By 4pm we were arguing and I was happy to be driving to my own...

I've crawlen back into my shell, friends. My cup is a bit empty and my offerings are much quieter than they were the past few months. It...

I am a witch. I don't write about my life as a witch, but rather I write about my life as a woman, who happens to also be "witchy". Right...

My relationship was a diving board Me: standing on the edge of bliss and borderline The board: flexible, sturdy and not going anywhere...

[Trigger Warning: child sexual assault] I wrote this set in February of 2020, after my abuser accepted a last minute plea as jury...

I am thankful for today. I am thankful for the Pisces full moon. I am thankful for September. I am thankful for the love I have to share....

Here's to the Cycle Breakers: Here's to those whose existence is hinged in breaking soul contracts. May we prosper. May we love. May we...

I am not OK I am sitting here confused and fogged I am drowning in my desk chair only because the air is so thick and I am waiting for...

I am the one you've been looking for I am the warm impression on the other side of the bed Reach for me, in restless twilight moments. I...

There are supposed to be stages of grief But I'm not good at being in 2 places at once. Because I can't tell if the denial caused the...

Last night while making love I asked you to promise me that we could do this forever. It was easy for you to say between deep kisses...

Enter at the wildflowers, near the garden of fresh herbs- fresh lemons and sugar for lemonade at the bend. A few paces north & a split in...

Sliding through and between Code switching takes on a whole new meaning She's speaking--I'm feeling She's moving--I'm frozen Her words--I...

My love language is actions reflecting words My love language is singing the lyrics to our favorite songs My love language is extra, it's...

One of the things that my brain has done, as a result of trauma, is that it has created distinct boundaries and limits for different...

You don’t need me It’s what I fear; it’s what I crave. How do I still the wave of wounds crashing down? To savor the returning; time &...

I used to let pieces of my truth fall away so that I could fit neatly into spaces not truly meant for me. I don't mean "truth" as in...

I used to love memory lane But hindsight is 20-20 and that shit is whack. None of the memories look the same now Hinted with poison and...

A Poem I stand at the sink, looking out the window to the yard knowing I will have to leave it all. The light overhead is the one I...

What I mean when I say "I hate you" is that actually, I love you. What I mean is you've found a way to get past my walls & that in & of...

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There's a part of me that I've hidden; she was born out the need to release the savage bits within me. She misses the moonlight & craves...

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There is something natural that falls into place for me when it comes to written & spoken word. As someone whose life has been shaped by...

Sitting here, inspired by the fact that my iPhone needs a software update... Thinking, wow--I need a fucking software update. Or, maybe...