Nearly three years ago, I met a boy who didn’t feel things. He was strange, and I liked strange people.
Day 3 of The Isolation Journals. Today’s prompt is to write a travel entry from your own home; to explore your place of quarantine like it’s a foreign land.
Day 2 of The Isolation Journals. Sometimes you want to talk about your sadness like it’s the weather. It’s a damn shame but it is what it is. We don’t have to dwell.
Day 1 of the Isolation Journals. While the feeling is specifically rooted in the global situation, it stretches out, connecting to a much earlier time.
This is how I’m ending 2019: anxious, sleepless, irrational, a ghost of the girl who entered the decade. A lot of what happened this year was my doing, yet somehow none of it was my fault.
In the spirit of “actual” blogging, some November activities: reading, writing, witchcraft and SMW Manila.
Vol. 02. Sunday Currently is a simple status check of what I’m currently up to. The format was originally created and published on the blog siddathornton.
Sunday Currently is a simple status check of what I’m currently up to. The format was originally created and published on the blog siddathornton.
I knew I’d want to check in and reflect on this day, every year, and pay attention to how quickly time flew, how unpredictable change arrived, and how fleeting all of it was.
My blogging life began on the now-defunct Multiply.com, where I went through a phase of posting personality questionnaires and quizzes. There’s one still imprinted on my memory: what color is your heart? Mine, allegedly, was blue.
Darling, we did it: we are truth-tellers.