pong!
on nothing very much in particular.
that which i cannot accept
grappling with the depravity of the death penalty.
surrender
maybe what I thought of as ‘indulgence’ has really just been about respecting my own pace all along.
my boss sucks
the lament of the self-employed.
syncopated beats
trying to honour my rhythms and foibles.
the best day to do laundry
a reminder that we will not be beaten.
jagged grief
trying to explain something that’s too much to put into words.
what the heck
here we go again.
(maybe delulu) manifesting
one eye on the goals, one hand on the grass.
bye, 2024
i don't think i'm going to miss this year.
wrongness
working through feelings.
36
this is the birthday post.
it's not going to be okay
i wish i had better news, but it's actually terrible.
a real journalist?
when i start with one question and realise it’s about every other question.
jump jump jump
everyone needs opportunities where we can give fewer fucks.
how much fan is too much fan
is it possible to like something an embarrassing amount?
my gremlin brain
where did all those brain cells go?
book birthday
my book is officially one year old today.
(in)consistency
learning to accept the part of my brain that can't make up its mind.
tongues
i dream in a language that wasn't supposed to be mine.
push and pull
digging deep ahead of national day.
the sort of writer i am
i promise i will write about something else in the future...
i would like to level up
it feels like i’ve not grown enough as a writer.
yeah, words
if you received this, it means i trust you with my less-good words.