always feels so wildly vulnerable, but i’m so grateful for the straightforward invitation to self promote :^) mine is largely essays/poems about grief, aging, and mundanity.
if you check it out, i hope you like it! ♥️
new essay sort of spitballing ideas and questions regarding my relationship to “brat” and briefly linking it to personal style/keychain discourse and consumerism.
As a fan of an artist/band, it’s hard not to feel exceptionally self-conscious writing about them. But as a writer, I gotta sort through the madness and I’ve found resolution in their art.
No more rushing to the pie in the sky, the “thing” that’ll make you say “yeah I made it.”
No more rushing to grow up or be the person we are in the future.
It’s overrated to rush and hurry.
