people who're still here, hi (and why??)! it's been a long, long time. i hope life has been good to you.
i started this blog at seventeen and now i'm twenty-seven. it's been a whole damn decade. can you believe this? i've since moved across the continent and back again, had sex for the first time and then many more (yes, i was a virgin then), and done many other things i never thought i'd do, like trying and failing to smoke weed. or doing a phd on what we talk about when we talk about insanity. i have been very sad and very happy. most of the time i'm both. i still read a lot of sylvia plath and make inappropriate jokes (which are not really jokes, according to my approved mental health professional) about dying, but things seem a lot more serious now than they did when i was a teenager, and i try to take them as seriously as i should.
writing is one of these things. to quote plath: I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.' yes, i am aware of the irony.
all this to say that i now write, and you can find me on substack (it's as free as this blog has ever been). i realise i never really wrote on here, but somehow the blog—a curation (lol) of indie, artsy, cringe sad-girl music and poetry and photography—still seems to have preserved a big, big part of me. and it'll remain that way. i'm just starting again somewhere else.
