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the new year.

It’s been almost three years since I picked up my digital quill, and I can state with certainty that cataloging my thoughts into words again feels foreign, uneasy, and scary. But somehow, it also feels… Read More »the new year.

the damn tea bag.

Fuck you tea bag. I had just left counseling when I saw this tea bag’s little note attached. I scoffed at it, rolled my eyes a little, and got distracted with some other things instead… Read More »the damn tea bag.

the escapist.

Escapism. New Years Eve 2020 I partook in a Burning Bowl service. (In short, this process requires you to write out a list of things that you want to release and then physically burn it… Read More »the escapist.