I’m still yours.
Wisteria garden at night.
Tochigi, Japan.
– Rupi Kaur
Caramel // Sleep Token
In school, I struggled with writing-heavy projects. Everyone else seemed to have no issue writing essays, while it felt impossible for me. I would spend hours just looking at a blank page, thinking through how to start.
When I told my 8th grade teacher that I would be handing in another essay late, he offered to grade my first draft so I could spend more time catching up on other projects.
He understood why I struggled when I told him I didn’t write drafts. I only ever submitted the best version I could manage in one sitting, but only after thinking about the entire essay altogether over multiple weeks.
I’m really trying to learn and understand, while also letting go of that. I want to paint and write and create without over analyzing each step, burning out before I start.
16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Separation, W. S. Merwin
FLEABAG (2016) Created by Phoebe Waller-Bridge
Crashing out over an old lost love. A safe space for my thoughts and mild optimism. 2025She/They
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