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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
" 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."
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.
You were always so desperate. For love.
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... Continue Reading →