And even on the nights when I’ve laughed the most I find myself wondering what’s on the other side grief And how will I know when I get there?

Right now, I’m in this season where I can feel the itch again — the desire to build something communal, artistic, electric. I want to bring back the kind of creative energy that makes a whole city feel awake. The kind we had in the years right after the pandemic — that temporary, gorgeous renaissance when everyone wanted to gather and breathe life into rooms again. That felt like the most radicalized version of my life. Where I Am Now: Recalibrated, Grounded, Ready Over the l

SOLUTION: (TL;DR) the anti-establishment needs to protect & maintain its own media literacy & its own lexicon. Let’s stop letting oppressive institutions write the dictionary for a world they don’t even understand. TikTok just announced a plan to roll out a “Media Literacy” campaign that will cost them millions. This will now include marking AI generated content so that veiwers know which content is native and which fake. From the headlines, it might appear that Big Tech is c

Finding satisfaction in the dissolving of my previous selves Finding myself increasingly detached from self sabotage and inclined towards preservation The reduction of self allows the strongest flavors and substance to emerge Its flavor and substance I crave—in all things In all things let there be substance, intention, delicacy In all things let me find grace and contribute beauty Who am I and what is that brought me here? Does it even matter, or has being subjected to mass

When I say "I feel alive again." What I mean is that I don't wanna kill myself. What I mean is that in this very moment there are reasons to be living. I mean I can hear the voice of God once more. When I say "I'm feeling like myself again." What I mean is that I'm a mystery even to myself. What I mean is that I'm finding new things that feel like the old things that once made me feel whole. I mean I've found something on the outside that's reflected back something on the ins

Lately, it feels like everyone I know is in the middle of a quiet personal rebrand. Not the dramatic phoenix-from-the-ashes reinvention the internet loves, but subtle shifts, tiny edits, and small rebellions against the identities we’ve outgrown. It’s like there’s a collective exhale happening. A soft transition. A soft quit. It's giving Pandemic 2.0. I mean, they're even giving out stimulus checks again... both rolling my eyes and crossing my fingers This isn't a crisis, tho

I'm sharing this with a moody bathroom selfie so it still feels like IG for you lover I've been so convinced by the influencer era that I needed to be on social media creating content that I forgot I'd actually rather curate experiences and evoke emotions. I miss the days of writing long form, sharing whatever the fuck I want & not even considering the god forsaken algorithm. I've been so wrapped up in templates, graphics, engagement, insights, forcing myself to create when I

Thighs brush together while I wait for my coffee Strange thoughts about having sex in public Why does it feel rated R when I’m not...

Loyalty is a term I've struggled to process over the years, as a result of the severe self-betrayal that disguised itself as loyalty to...