February 22, 2025

may 3, 2025

i have a feeling that in the next fifty women you undress, all you will be able to see is that they are not, and could never be me.

november 2, 2024

though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.

march 27, 2025

“i am a good person,” i start. the entire crowd erupts into laughter. because they know it is a joke. they know who i truly am.

march 23, 2025

i live for the in between with you. your possessive hand on my hip when we go out. your glances across a crowded room. when you bring me flowers on random tuesdays.

november 5, 2024

i came home with blood on my hands and you were terrified of what i’d done to someone. it never occurred to you that the blood on my hands was my own.

april 9, 2025

i miss you when i wake up, i miss you when im washing my hair, i miss you while i make breakfast, i miss you on the drive to work, i miss you while my boss drones on and on, i miss you while the birds chirp at lunch, i miss you when i get home, i miss you when i shower, i miss you when im in bed because you’re supposed to be there. but you’re not anymore.

december 1, 2024

it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.

april 25, 2025

in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.

before we walk into the banquet, i straighten his bow tie and when he looks at me his smile is pure sunshine 

november 13, 2024

happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.