
Good Luck Daisy
I normally don’t buy daisies on purpose because they remind me of an ex best friend who wore a good-luck daisy clip in her hair.
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I normally don’t buy daisies on purpose because they remind me of an ex best friend who wore a good-luck daisy clip in her hair.
Read MoreI’ve finally landed on a place to live—a state with great job opportunities, lots of nature, all four seasons, high walkability score, no state income tax, and legal lettuce.
Read MoreI’ve never been one for plotting outlines or charting character arcs. I’m a writer, not a planner, which, ironically, is my poetry and my pain-point.
Read MoreEvery morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
It’s been about six weeks since I quit my job and I don’t regret it, however, living out my fantasy is a bit different to what I expected.
Read MoreSitting at my desk toying with my earring, I had a thought that made me bite my lip and squeeze my legs together. It genuinely aroused me —the thought of only writing. It frightened me also.
Read MoreI didn’t cum this morning. The hustle has disrupted my routine, the hustle I do for someone else’s dream.
Read MoreI’m feeling waves of heavy emotions today. It’s day 3 of my period and I am struggling. I am immensely sad. I feel exhausted. I have no appetite. I forced myself to eat oatmeal this morning. Half a cup and it took me over an hour.
Read MoreAnhedonia has been a constant companion for the past 6 weeks. Today, for the first time in over a month, I was able to set foot in the gym, shut my mind off, and be in my body.