I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no", I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't, though. Well, not really. I haven't been on any shit at all; it's been the same past few days, past few weeks, past few months. With the pandemic a… Continue reading the 1: Just thought I’d let you know
Category: Personal
You were good to me
in all ways, Nami. No one would get my moods better than you do: my random decisions to stay in despite having promised to go on walks or runs, my spontaneous desires to play basketball while you run around the court, chasing birds and sunlight, you understood it all. Remember when Chopper… Continue reading You were good to me
(Trying to) find joy in confined spaces
The pandemic has hit us all; in different ways, in various magnitudes, in contrasting extents. And the truth is, many of us are just not in the best headspace to be okay. And while that's a hard pill to swallow; now, of all days (with my birthday looming in a few hours), I have… Continue reading (Trying to) find joy in confined spaces
The wisdom of the youth
With the emergence of the pandemic, and the countless other issues that people face -- the Black Lives Matter movement in America (and elsewhere in the world), the standing with Hong Kong against China's policies, a looming dictatorship in the country that yearns to penalise dissent -- I have seen with my very eyes the… Continue reading The wisdom of the youth
No such thing as back to normal
It is extra difficult to grieve in quarantine: you wish for consoling hugs and get instead characters on the internet sharing compassion; you wish to see bodies of loved ones who passed and get instead urns with their remains; you wish to give your final goodbyes and get instead a reminder to not touch, not… Continue reading No such thing as back to normal
Take care…
...as you step out of the four corners of the building you call your home, and feel on your skin the subtle breeze of the wind, the comfortable warmth of the afternoon sun. ...as you rake your fingers through your hair, and wrap your arms around yourself as you wait, ever patiently, for things… Continue reading Take care…
Tentative Truths
There is a sense of horror that comes only with uncertainty: is this genuinely what I feel and know? Is this what I desire? Am I feeling truthfully? Ever since I first grappled with my mania and my depression and my anxiety I have always wondered if what I felt were real, or… Continue reading Tentative Truths
Of dreams, culminations, and new beginnings
The start of the decade bore witness to bright-eyed Joy in her senior year of high school -- fiery, argumentative, passionate, and certain she was going to be a lawyer. In career day, that's what she told everyone she would be -- voice of the voiceless, defender of the oppressed. The end of… Continue reading Of dreams, culminations, and new beginnings
Protected: An Assortment of Sorts
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190612 (Blast from the past)
(A dare and a desire to reconnect brought me to Tumblr today, where most everything that I thought of used to reside -- here's one of them, written by almost-18 year old me) You know how they say that when you look at the Milky Way from a hundred miles away, it’s highly… Continue reading 190612 (Blast from the past)
Of perpetual finds 