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I think
I think you make me really happy
I think it’s sort of all-consuming
I think I want to be with you every second
Of every day
I think maybe what keeps me up at night
Is replaying you
Replaying us
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Together
You’re different
With all of us
Versus just me.
You’re different
With a whole crazy friend group
Than you are when it’s us chilling in your basement watching Stranger Things -
People
People want things from me
This incredible group of people
They want me to mediate
To laugh
To help them with x, y, and z
They want me to come with them
Pulling me in different directions constantly
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Childhood obsession
A childhood obsession, sure.
That's how it started.
But it's all I am -
It's who I am -
It's the deepest
Truest
Version of myself I could possibly be.
The notebook.
Stats and tracking
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College and other future plans and maybes
When we talked about college
Four years away for you
Five for me
You want to go to MIT
"Math", you said
4.7% acceptance rate
Buddy, trust me, if anyone can make it it's you and that's not even bias,
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Punching waves
My therapist told me not to punch waves
I think it was supposed to be a metaphor
I don't punch waves
I throw myself into them
Relentlessly
Until I can't feel the pain
Loves
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She Was Blamed; It Wasn't Her Fault
“It was her fault
She was wearing that skirt
Practically asking for it”
No
No she wasn’t
She was 15 years old
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17
on the night that you broke your eyes open,
cried into candy packets you found at the petrol station smelling like gasoline and regret
in your still-standing baby teeth like slabs of sugared marble there were
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dear mother, are you really mine?
sometimes, i lay my head against my mother’s chest. i think. gaze up at her. and this time, when i look at my mother, i see. i see a powerful woman. she is nothing short of beautiful.
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金継ぎ - In Memoriam
gold highlights the scars
gone but can't be forgotten
the gold reminds usthat
we did this we're corr-
-upted We spilt red blood from
gold veins Remember -
Weaving It All Together
I would weave in the tears of a mermaid, the breath of my love, and the drop of the ocean
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Camp
Shattered moments
Gathering in my mind
Like when we went blueberry picking
And gave up on it
Because there were only a few ripe ones
And Z taught me that the green ones are actually pretty good