Category musings

reflection: i

i feel detached, no longer tethered. was i ever tethered in the first place? loneliness coils around my heart, its cold presence so consistent i’ve convinced myself that it’s all i need. what i want is nothing but external influences deluding me into thinking that i am unworthy. unworthy of the love, warmth and care […]

she was like a summer thunderstorm, a bold figure seeking to pierce the golden haze of deluded content. she was wholly unapologetic, raw beauty symbolic of a natural resonance with the earth and all of its allure. to be in her presence was akin to witnessing an angel descend. she was beyond ethereal. reality until […]

cradled rough.

the waves kiss my feet like old lover’s of apollo gentle caresses much too foreign for kindness was merely secondary to his existence as male i told him baby with my heart of glass cradled in hs hands that i give you my all and everything i have but being male taught him sticks and […]


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 […]

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 […]