senior year hasn’t even started yet and i’m already researching places to move to. which, i mean, makes sense for me. i think when i’m in a room full of people, my immediate thought… read more

sometimes you are fifteen and it is that deep. teenage girl, you are everything and you are right. you are Rome, you went to war for me, carrying a kingdom in your ribs before… read more

the fan is on even though it is pouring outside and there is nothing you have said that does not imply you want me. this room feels artificial so it makes sense that i… read more

i’ve barely been able to write. i think i’ve run out ways to turn feelings into metaphors. sometimes angst is just angst and there is nothing poetic about it. sometimes i think i’m just… read more

(after ash ascoli) grief ages like / the stain on the carpet that you hide with furniture / the center of a spider crack / rusted door hinges / blood dried beneath your fingernails… read more

i cry in my bedroom. strangled by sheets that smell like smoke. i’m sorry if there’s still fire on my breath. i didn’t mean to inherit his temper. i said i’m not who i… read more

is the castle still haunted? does the man with the rod still stand guard? do the floorboards still croak in fear? do the walls still listen? is this the home you are sick for?… read more

why is the sky blue / are aliens real / how big is the universe / what is loneliness a symptom of / dogs for adoption near me / do i swallow the truth… read more

today i learned that skin cells replace themselves every twenty-seven days. only ten more days and i will live in a new body. this should give me hope. i mean it does give me… read more