Perhaps just to be sentient is enough. Does life need a purpose or meaning, or is it enough to just be? Is BEING, consciousness, experience, enough to be worth it? In this moment, it feels like it is. To experience life, to feel it, and not only that, but to influence it. Your existence, noContinue reading “wherefore for art thou, existence?”
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untitled screenplay: act 1 scene 1
Fade in: We see a worn wooden floor. The camera pans up slowly to reveal the darkened insides of a cabin, a snowy mountain range can be seen in silhouette outside the window. ELIJAH, a man who values his privacy and seclusion, sits in front of a small, wood fireplace. MAX, a white, fluffy, dogContinue reading “untitled screenplay: act 1 scene 1”
reflections
As the year draws to a close, I can’t help but reflect on all that has transpired and all that I’ve learned. One of the most important lessons I’ve learned this year is how to walk away from people and situations that are toxic or not serving a positive purpose. When I think back toContinue reading “reflections”
escapism
Can you feel it? The call, the call to the unknown. The urge to run to flee to frolic to just fucking go. I hear the wind and I close my eyes and I imagine myself light as air, floating through time and space just going, somewhere else, some other time. I feel restless allContinue reading “escapism”
Lettre D’amour pour le Ciel
*reads a bit of Baudelaire & thinks she can write poems in french* Shout out to google docs for editing this for me. I don’t think I’ve ever written in french outside of school and maybe the occasional instagram caption so don’t roast me too hard… Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais quelquefois,mon attention seraitContinue reading “Lettre D’amour pour le Ciel”
pretty words for wicked girls 