i'm restructuring my offerings & "rebranding"
while honouring the pain of the past & present
what do i call them? culito? fwb? person i'm seeing? tell me!
from the archives, revisited
even with the sense of impending loss, love anyway.
the intersection of both as a form of relational healing
the vibes are very much not chill, bro
meditations on chronic illness + trauma
musings and ramblings as I traverse two states
how the fuck do i build these meaningful relationships amidst a late stage capitalist hellscape?
sometimes i don't want to produce a fully-edited and perfected essay, so now you get the poetic little stupid thoughts in my head as vignettes
it’s okay to take up space, just don’t dim yourself for others
