How can I make the here and now a time I look back on fondly?

my writing is boring. indeed, it is. but i am still doing it, and after a few thousand attempts i'll surely capture something that echoes in someone

the cliche that home is where the heart is often forgets how much construction that requires. better for me than being homeless. today my home is the work

how many times do I refresh a page before it can single-handedly earn a diagnosis

what do you do on those days where everything in your brain house has been moved an inch to the left so you hit every couch corner and table corner and nothing sits quite right? it feels my soul is narrowly dodging what's right in front of me

in the meantime I can always ramble on the Internet knowing no one will read it. heart doesn't believe me though and clenches in my chest looking for someone to see themselves better via the mirror in my shaking hands

perhaps my desire to be Ramona Flowers stems from a fear of being forgotten. it's not me to be impermanent. handling it inelegantly very much is, and I seek the day that it'll sink in and I can finally accept it

What does it mean to you to "be a creator"? Does it require actions of creating, or is it a mindset?

Today was secret santa for The Neolanders! Each member is assigned another, then given a month to build a present in #resonite.