The sun is not yet up behind the buildings, but the city is already in a rush. The Port of Split (and the bus station) is probably the only place in the world where all the noises and the crowd don’t make me panic. I get there early to catch a bus that would takeContinueContinue reading “A Happy Place: The Port of Split”
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Writing To My High School Self
Van Gogh at Auvers-sur-Oise Writing: High School Me I had this plain white, hardcover notebook in high school that I guarded religiously. It wasn’t a diary, but it was maybe more intimate than that. It contained my writings, something I’m very vulnerable about and possessive of. I remember this sky-blue ink I used and howContinueContinue reading “Writing To My High School Self”
Missing Out On Memories
Terminal. And love isn’t. Love is there after, long after. Love is so terrifying to me because it’s gigantic, intense, and everywhere, which makes everything so much more painful. Every second feels like missing out. Frozen in the moment, trying to freeze time, anxious to make memories last because, very soon, they’ll be all you’reContinueContinue reading “Missing Out On Memories”
The Grace Period
Gustave Courbet, La Mer orageuse1870 Trying to love this life is like pressing a glass of lemonade on my chapped lips.Like I’m really looking for some sweetness to it, but the bitterness is overbearing.
A Little Midnight Update
There are days for cleaning, and there are days for resting. Why stress about it? Not everything has to be impeccably clean all the time, and whoever’s bothered by this doesn’t need to come. – My grandma, when I was stressing about my dirty windows An Update? I Wish I Were More Creative With MyContinueContinue reading “A Little Midnight Update”
Aquatic & Lunar Soul
Aquatic & Lunar Soul: Lovers and Opposites Water is shifting and unpredictable. It is dreaming and wandering. The moon is a steady presence in the night. It is remembering and yearning. Looking at the sea, I think of the future. Looking at the moon, I remember the past. If I were a place, I’d beContinueContinue reading “Aquatic & Lunar Soul”
The Words Of Gold
There was this poem we were discussing in class, something about the words of gold. It was already the end of the class, so we didn’t have much time to talk about the poem because it wasn’t the main topic for that day. We only mentioned it as an example, but it still stuck withContinueContinue reading “The Words Of Gold”
Christmas 2023: No Lights in Bethlehem
Where I’m from, when we lose a loved one and are in mourning, we don’t decorate for Christmas. We don’t put up a tree, and we don’t play any music. On Christmas Eve, when everybody in the neighborhood goes from door to door in celebration, we skip the jolliness and singing in that house, andContinueContinue reading “Christmas 2023: No Lights in Bethlehem”
3 a.m. Thoughts: The Sound of a Violin in the Thunderstorm
It’s 3 a.m. now, and I have my headphones on. I’m listening to a random playlist containing the two songs I know and random piano pieces. It stopped raining moments ago. 3 a.m. is my new bedtime curfew. Years ago, I cut my hair pixie style, hoping it would make me stop pulling it wheneverContinueContinue reading “3 a.m. Thoughts: The Sound of a Violin in the Thunderstorm”
Big L: Love And Loneliness
Love and Loneliness I know I’ve been all about love on this page lately (I don’t know why. I was just inspired), but I also want to talk about loneliness. I’m not ready to talk about many things I should and said I would dedicate more space to. I just need time to process everything,ContinueContinue reading “Big L: Love And Loneliness”
