My teen years were my most fruitful years for writing. Too bad it was all wasted on a melancholy I cannot return to anymore.
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apps on silent
Also, I hate that everything is buzzing all the time and has the right to your presence at all times. No, I want to hide behind the screen and exist quietly. Let me scroll my Pinterest in peace!
wiser by the hour
I don’t put dates in my journal. Everything is one big script in black ink, page after page of neural pathways that run into a dead end and reroute to find another. Days and months spilled into one, so my journal reflects that.
Summer in Waiting Rooms: Figuring Your Life Out in Your Twenties
I’ve been ready to move all my life. I’ve been waiting forever in my room that isn’t my room because I have somewhere else to be. A home.
Journaling in the Time of Social Media
Yes, it might actually be that damn phone. Journaling, Very Literally Journals are (I think) supposed to be a place for yourself to collect your thoughts. Whatever lies heavy on your chest, whatever you can’t/don’t want to share with others, or just a random thoughts dump. I feel like it turned into us interviewing ourselvesContinueContinue reading “Journaling in the Time of Social Media”
Diary Entry From Vilnius
This little hawk flew over to Vilnius, Lithuania to spend a semester here at Vilnius University. This blog turned into an inconsistent journal, a sort of svaštara (Croatian jargon; name for a notebook with all kinds of notes on various topics) on the Internet, so let’s “read my diary” together, shall we? The purpose ofContinueContinue reading “Diary Entry From Vilnius”
My Little Hawk 