1. I've journaled fairly consistently since childhood, but as of late, this ritual has become more of a cathartic practice rather than a point of pleasure. I'm unsure what to make of this shift just yet, but documenting feels precious. Necessary, even, because it seems to be the only thing that ... Read More
The Morning After
It's somber, the morning after. Sobering, too. So much so that a part of me wanted to spend the day curled up in bed—but the best revenge is living despite, even if in spite, of. Joy is an act of resistance, I'm told. I'm not there yet (which is why I've been quiet on my little corner of the ... Read More
Five Things (4.12.24)
1. I'm thoroughly convinced that I must be the luckiest girl in the world. To be surrounded by so much love—not to mention, all the flowers, thoughtful trinkets, and plant-based sweets in the world—is to be rich. I know there's little cachet in being earnest on the Internet of all places, but I ... Read More