Fiction and Travel.
I was promised I’d grow out of it, or grow into it. I traded the Teenage Dream™️ for lonely walks in the misty woods. Just me and the holy and unholy ghosts. Day in and day out I cried and beat my breast. The woods hooked my heart and asked me to come with them.... Continue Reading →
Day 3…Ever gone ghost hunting? I've never really gone ghost hunting, and that has been on purpose. While I would feel bad about ghost hunting, myself, I really enjoy watching other people ghost hunt on TV and so on. Hypocritical, I know. Ghosts and spirits, whatever they end up being, there is a chance that... Continue Reading →
I’ve always thought my private thoughts are nunya business. They suck emotional energy to unpack so why should I unpack for just anyone? Please don’t shame me for not being open. How am I doing? I’m spring-loaded, not sure what I want but ready to betray myself to get it. What have I been up... Continue Reading →
i’m bad with death because it doesn’t scare me. the source is my deepest love. naked understanding with the scent of home. when i meet them finally, fully i’ll weep for joy. but humans don’t want that. when faced with death, we want comfort that isn’t too comfortable. we want it’ll-be-okay’s that come with tears.... Continue Reading →
Protagonized. 
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