throwback thursday
The Letter I Never Sent
I'm just... reeling over the fact that someone so talented, so beautiful, and so capable of good things can be so... needlessly ugly and hopelessly shallow.
Albi
I’m a queer-for-short Black American who is doing their best.
slice of life
An untitled post about a friend that died yesterday.
"I deal with my pain by writing." That is how the original draft began. This is what I said to my girlfriend an hour ago. It's still true. And it's been a week. A typical, stressful week: I had 17 dollars to my name
throwback thursday
TBT: Hey Friend
Throwback Thursday: this was originally written Wed, 31 May 2017 01:00:50 +0000, on the VerboseTerse instance of this blog. I wonder about you a lot, especially when I'm writing. I followed all of your blogs and keep coming back to my favorite posts. Wondering things, like:
blog inventory
The Name
For six months, I could not think of a name for this blog. I wanted something serious, something profound, poetic, something that'll be read and send a shiver down someone's spine. A lingering, deep impression. That turned out not to be the end result and I
Journal (UnCat)
"I'll be dead and no longer around."
So I am 34 years old, now. And ever since No Doubt's Return of Saturn album was released, I played "Six Feet Under" at least once on my birthday. I thought I was going to be unbearably sad today. That I was going to pass today
