Author Archives: ginblanco

apollo.

apollo, it’s been many moons since we first met and i am still trying to figure you out. a soft-spoken soul with a raging desire to be free. you fooled me when i first laid eyes on you. a gentle giant, hands made for caressing and caring, so kind and beautiful. but it wasn’t soon […]

hestia.

hestia, sweety. you’re lost but too naive to admit it. you’ve been lost since you opened your eyes and stumbled into this ruthless world. you only see the surface, too innocent, too fragile to reach further and uncover the rawness of this existence. hestia, dear, you still look at the world through the eyes of […]

misty.

the waves kiss my feet like old lovers of zeus there is no malice or demand for submission subtle caresses whispers.. a comfort I struggle to find in the arms of another of you the ocean is volatile but never will it lie never will it retreat for good without a nod goodbye never will […]

unrest.

your presence gives me the type of anxiety that jars my bones and yanks the tongue i use to pray for the world to swallow me whole once more. for as long as i am with you, peace no longer exists beyond the ephemeral.

hermes.

oh hermes, you always manage to fly into my life at the oddest times. but i don’t mind. your company is a pleasure to have, always. a golden shine seems to constantly emanate from you. an iridescent glow from within that ive become wary of bathing in. you are wholly unapologetic, so bold and so […]

hades.

my hades, our relationship is toxic. so toxic. every exchange leaves me feeling rattled, yet content with my own demons. i worry for you all the while embracing the demons that torment me every moment. i sleep peacefully during nightmares now. i know i shouldn’t but you give me a twisted sense of comfort that […]

persephone.

dearest persephone, our relationship dynamic has changed and i am suddenly unsure of who i am. you surely must know by now that i’m sensitive to these kinds of things. it’s like i’m attuned to your energy, with minor shifts inciting an internal discourse that will never see the light of day. a minor inflection […]

my anxiety, my depression and my crippling self-doubt

you know that vine with the young girl locked in her car, jamming to ‘my neck, my back lick my pussy and my crack? whenever i think of my mental health, i usually sing along the title of this post to that exact song. humor, often misunderstood, is such a therapeutic and fun way to […]

the ‘ideal’ uni lyf

Post-high school is filled with a whirlwind of opportunities, as well as some well deserved fucking freedom. The primary opportunity presented in my culture was that of university, the epitome of capitalism in the educational discourse. Now, uni was something I always had an inclination towards, not due to pressure and expectations, but out of […]

may 1st

i keep telling myself that i will eventually pull my shit together, finally organize the shitfest that is my life. however, you can’t really sort yourself out if you’re a dysfunctional mess on a psychological and emotional level. i honestly don’t know what i’m doing. i find myself with no motivation to commit myself to […]