The Horrors Persist but So Do I

The sunset. Rainy mornings you get to sleep in. Date nights  Vacations that go by too fast. Sunday afternoons wrapped in stillness. Your favorite song on repeat. Your favorite movie, even when you know all the lines. The smell of old books. Late-night drives with no destination. That sandwich bite. Handwritten notes. Flowers growing through pavement cracks. The way light filters through your window. Worn-out kicks that feel like a second skin. Laughing until your stomach hurts. I could go on forever, but I’ll let you think of some. <3

 Did the lashes, by the way— a hit. Love my brain because I truly belong to the School of How Hard Can It Be , DIY faculty. Please do not have me understanding complex math and science things. I can , but those things have little to no wiggle room. Can you tell? Can you tell my issues with rules? Anyway, you know what we need to bring back? "I know you’re asleep, but…"  paragraphs . Man, I used to send these to everyone —they just added to the whimsy we all need in our lives, y’know? Currently watching? Grey’s Anatomy . McDreamy? Not my dream. This man is a villain every two episodes. I need Mer to stand tf up! Currently loving? Wings. The fries are implied—love them forever. Currently missing? You. (Writer rizz. Take it or leave it.) I’m on Substack right now as a reader, and wow —it’s like reading someone’s journal. Like tea, but consensual. Recently saw on there that to be a better writer, you need to read more. I agree, but also disagree—because, like… plagiarism, yo...

They really should have taught us tax stuff in school. And, like, money stuff. Because trying to cram all this information while simultaneously mismanaging my finances? Quite the experience. And don’t even get me started on starting a business—it’s 2015 again, I’m back in a chemistry class, and spoiler alert: the information is going in one ear and out the other. (And before anyone says anything, I’m not dumb. If you know me personally, shut up.) Anyway, I haven’t had coffee for the past two days. Instead, I’ve been drinking black flavored tea. The headaches are there, the intense craving is there, but somehow— not me beating the addiction allegations?! Author’s Note: I will be back to that coffee drink, and I will be paying back the cups I have missed. End of Author’s Note. Also, I need to stop describing myself as a shy girl because why is my voice all over Instagram? Sigh. Haven’t yapped on here in a while, but my brain fog is brazy right now. I kid you not, I can only focus on...