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  • ISO: security

    I graduated college in 2020. It took too long for me to get that degree, but I got it. There were so many times that I was told to set aside my dreams of being a writer and focus on creating a base that would give me the security to do that whenever I wanted. →

  • Sanguinis Memoria

    Hebrews 11:38 “Of whom the world was not worthy—wandering about in deserts and mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.”  It was cold, even for being this deep into the mountains. The skin on my knuckles cracked every time I flexed my fingers around the reigns in my hand and I could feel →

  • thus spake the axe

    Or, death to the thought daughter If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? I feel like this is one of those old little sayings that I have actually gotten into many a heated discussion about over the years. My answer has stayed →

  • spring rain smells like life change

    The problem with being a cradle catholic is no matter how many times you denounce the catholic church, no matter how far you stray from the golden hue of the vatican’s theological grip, no matter what you even personally believe now, being baptised in the church means that you are eternally a catholic (according to →

  • self indulgent writings in a time of rot

    The sun came out in defiance of that little groundhog a few times last week. I have a small sunburn all over from sitting out in its glorious rays, basking like the little lizard I am. I’m sure I’ll pay for these and other stolen moments with the sun in my old age, but for →

  • trying is terrifying

    Stagnacy seems to do nothing for me however, so I am choosing to be terrified. I have this issue with being perceived in a way that’s not true to who I am, which is why the last thing of mine that was properly published is a small article in a college paper from at least →

  • “right time” is a cop out

    I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the idea of doing things at the “right time”. I think, had I continued to wait around for the correct time to try and start writing seriously, I would have been waiting until I was falling apart in a wheelchair somewhere. Or, it would be twenty years down →

  • american nihilism

    I’ve told multiple people over the last few days that the only thing I truly enjoy about the fourth of july is being able to have a little giggle about americans shitting on the british on twitter. I will be collecting shitposts about the british to send to one of my brothers so we can →

  • inspo is a buzzword

    That feeling of waiting around for inspiration is one that I am far too familiar with. As a writer, you think that some muse is going to come sit on your shoulder and whisper exactly what you need to write into your ear. Inspiration more often than not is not a lightning bolt that hits →

  • do it scared anyway

    There is never a perfect time for anything to happen, things just happen. In my experience, timing is an endlessly funny way to make yourself feel inferior to people around you. There have been years of my life wasted waiting for the perfect time to do something that I’ve always wanted to do – the →