Sometimes my anxiety likes to sit between my throat and chest, stretch its legs, and put on a sunhat. As I've found out the hard way, the best thing to do is pull up a beach chair and sit next to it. Everybody wants to be seen, everybody.

Wrote just over a 100 words Of poetry that's likely bad And I won't use anywhere But I wrote Sometimes that's enough

Everyone's good, I'm good too. Everyone's really good, I'm not bad. Everyone's SO good, I… have imposter syndrome.

I need my space but also sit next to me but also don't speak to me but also let me love you but also know when to leave me alone. I ask for very little.

Anyone else just so. very. tired?

Why did the sun never tell me it beams off moonlight and carries her in its cradle?

Sat by the balcony to watch the sunset, looked at my phone for ONE SECOND, missed the sunset

You were handed a life but not taught to live it. And that's the best and the worst part of living: the joy of discovery and the ache of emptiness.

Few things make me sadder than hearing someone say “I don't like this person because they're too nice.” I cannot imagine the distrust one must have experienced in their life to not be able to believe in the goodness of people. These are the people I instantaneously wanna hug.

The very cool folks at @lostballoon.bsky.social published my flash nonfiction and gave me the best start to this year 🥰

It's okay for the mind to be a little empty if it makes your heart full

The only teeny tiny gap between me and my novel’s publishing is its writing, but everyone tells me to not worry about the minor details so I won't bother with such trivialities.

Hello Bluesky, allow me to offer you an imperfect hence lovely flower by way of an introduction 🌸