As I’ve always done with beautiful people, I’ve long only noticed Harry Styles from afar. I never fully allow myself to love things that I feel are too bright and too clean for me, and if One Direction was the pack of popular boys in school, then Harry had prettiest face of them all. He’s […]
I have asked for three days of space, and in the aftermath of the request — an unfussy affair, a quick text and only a few minutes of heart pounding, conceived of and solidified during my evening shower, Nujabes echoing on the tile — a strange combination of blithe, anxious, dreading, and then nothing at […]
I resolve: to actively write more journals when I am in a good place, with the knowledge that reading good place journals can actively bring me to a good place.
it occurs to me: I’ve always thought I didn’t yet know who I was. but could it be that I’m truly, non-normatively nobody at all? a human so fully empty so as not to truly exist?
you convince yourself: you don’t need to worry about your phone, you don’t need to worry about checking for his responses. you know he’ll respond eventually. but you tell yourself this: it doesn’t matter what he says. and yet: an hour and thirty-eight more minutes of this before you let yourself break.