the sun is a little honeybee (a poem)
what i hold dear and true
sadness as subjective as a shade of blue
marginalia
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Draped in Petals: How Nature Inspires Fashion from Pixie Hollow to Dior
Remember the willow tree, for it may seem dull after watching so many dazzling iterations of it spawn from our human desire to imitate, but its beauty and love remains, waiting for you to come home
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Absurdism: Philosophy, Whimsy, Men Take a Seat
It had escaped my notice, by some miracle, that People always seem to be salivating over absurdist fiction without any mention of female writers.
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On Thinking (a Poem)
Operating under the assumption that everything I say has to be a thesis on my ethos
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Being Funny In a Foreign Language
“Meandering” “Pretentious” “Self-involved” How the 1975’s 2023 album says everything I wish I could.
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Animal: a Brief History
I say I believe in signs. I thought they were supposed to be butterflies or angel numbers or something…
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The Alchemist (a Poem)
A couplet poem on feeling like finding one’s purpose is always just out of reach, no matter how hard you try to be true to yourself.
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream: a Tale of Romantic Persistence and Everything Working Out in the End
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love’s mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil’d.”
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I’m Sorry if You’re Living and You’re 20-Something
I definitely need a diary, and I can’t write quite fast enough by hand to make paper worth much, so here my musings shall lay to rest.
