THE AFTERNOON MOURNING

A MONTH OUT

Because you deserve a bit of a life update.

A poem by Christopher Poindexter, who I've lately rediscovered my love for.

PERHAPS F*CK OFF MIGHT BE TOO KIND

Toxic people just aren't worth keeping.

UNTITLED POEM 2

LIFE WAS LIKE A PLASTIC CUP

It's amazing how relative this world is. 

What I wore to the meet-and-greet with The Wombats (read more about that here).

PIPE DREAM

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YOU MAKE ME FEEL IMAGINARY

On a recent positive note, I have not completely disappeared from the Internet.

What I wore to a family-friend's dinner a while ago. Won't bore you with the details, but just know that it went down as relative-type gatherings usually do for me: slowly.

#AWKWARD

Go forth and conquer those embarrassing moments, Internet buds.

ANOTHER MAGICAL FRIDAY NIGHT

Post title: lyrics from "Pink Lemonade" by The Wombats.

TUMBLR LIKES #1

Scrolling through my Tumblr likes to find some inspiration.

From the film Mary Is Happy, Mary Is Happy (2013)

UNTITLED POEM 1

THE BUBBLE

Is it easier to stay within our comfort zones?

LYRICS ARE IMPORTANT, OKAY

Why the hell don't people care about lyrics?

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ESTRAINGE

Rebranding myself – starting with my URL.