lovely girl, my beautiful little lovely girl my talented, my special bud. you who flowered from my womb one fateful day of July. my sunflower child that brightened the sickly wet season. these were words my mother never said to me, there was no special, there was no beautiful, there were no flowers, instead, a … More Tough Love.
The first time we talked, I felt myself light up like a Christmas tree with an excitement I’d long presumed dead. You started speaking to me about the worlds you’d created, how, soon, you’ll publish your first book, about how I must look for it when you did, you spoke of the dreams you dreamt … More Chocolates and Boys.
Part 1: The Freakout. When I received the news about John Green’s new book “Turtles all the way down” it was around 4 am around a week ago. That particular night I was having a really hard time falling asleep and I kept tossing in bed, reading a bunch of random articles on the small … More Nerdfighteria and John Green’s “Turtles all the way down.”
After six years of holding on to the seams of your long departed ghost and after failing at love elsewhere It feels like forever and never at the same time, the possibility of a fresh love, in the life of a person so young where time is always fleeting and every moment feels like a … More I believe I will fall in love again.
So, I guess its true. I’m never going to live to experience or perceive all the amazing-ness and the beautiful magical creations in this world. Maybe I’ll live to be 74 years old and yet surely I will have missed something grand. There’s too much content here, too many people and too many ideas, wonderful … More Creation and failure.
Summer seethes on my skin Creeps inside the soaked dark blue-almost-black t-shirt I wear Runs down my back and my knees and my brow Shuffles around me and rests on the person beside me Suffocating, From the mingled putrid smells and sticky arms and the broken air conditioner Burning through the seat cover of my … More This Summer.
” That’s the difference between performance and acting, in the first there is a knife and your blood and the latter there is ketchup and you don’t cut yourself and then it’s a fail.” … More On running Naked into a wall for Six Hours, or Performance Art.
It is the 19th of April, 2017. I don’t really know why I decided to put this up as a blog post, but I was in the shower and I couldn’t help thinking that I wanted to remember this day in a special way. I guess this could be a “Dear Diary” excerpt but I’m aloof to the idea of maintaining a diary so mostly I just vlog or record myself speaking if I want to cherish a memory or remember an idea but, I guessed today was exciting enough to share with someone. … More A day in a Life.
You were always so desperate.
For love. … More Making Holes.
See, that’s where my problem lies. I keep thinking that the reason you can’t help me is because you don’t understand me. But deep down I know you can and, I’m only using this excuse of your ‘incomprehension’ to fool myself into believing that my problems aren’t so twisted. You can see where it comes … More My misery is my own.