a thousand hands could never
December 12, 2025 at 3:42 AM
a thousand hands could never
I hate how much I wrestle with my own ambition. I’m not afraid of success, I just don’t want to wind up like my dad.
December 1, 2025 at 5:47 AM
I hate how much I wrestle with my own ambition. I’m not afraid of success, I just don’t want to wind up like my dad.
everybody has got to love me. everybody.
November 24, 2025 at 5:14 PM
everybody has got to love me. everybody.
my dad is unable to be chill about bully sticks—full body squirms of discomfort when one comes out.
November 17, 2025 at 5:09 PM
my dad is unable to be chill about bully sticks—full body squirms of discomfort when one comes out.
fighting to remind myself that I'm allowed to make things up
November 13, 2025 at 12:36 AM
fighting to remind myself that I'm allowed to make things up
hugging ted neeley at age 13. smelling like patchouli for a week. I honestly thought that I’d invented the stage door—“he has to exit somewhere!”
November 6, 2025 at 7:13 PM
hugging ted neeley at age 13. smelling like patchouli for a week. I honestly thought that I’d invented the stage door—“he has to exit somewhere!”
my dad used to chew cinnamon gum while driving too fast on twisty roads. walking into grocery stores this time of year makes me want to vomit.
October 28, 2025 at 3:18 PM
my dad used to chew cinnamon gum while driving too fast on twisty roads. walking into grocery stores this time of year makes me want to vomit.
unsurprising fact—jonathan swift loved a freak show
October 24, 2025 at 5:10 PM
unsurprising fact—jonathan swift loved a freak show
if I don’t cry afterwards, I feel like I did something wrong
October 18, 2025 at 3:54 AM
if I don’t cry afterwards, I feel like I did something wrong
I'm finding insane facts in my notes that I'd already forgotten, then spinning out about them all over again. She remains the pilot star.
October 13, 2025 at 5:58 AM
I'm finding insane facts in my notes that I'd already forgotten, then spinning out about them all over again. She remains the pilot star.
the feminine urge to punch paul h*llywood square in the jaw
September 30, 2025 at 4:16 PM
the feminine urge to punch paul h*llywood square in the jaw
giving myself chills, so many more than he ever did
September 27, 2025 at 3:49 AM
giving myself chills, so many more than he ever did
blast off, baby. baby, blast off.
September 21, 2025 at 2:42 AM
blast off, baby. baby, blast off.
when I write something, then later notice a dozen clever connections buried within it that I didn’t consciously intend, I still take every drop of credit
September 16, 2025 at 2:54 PM
when I write something, then later notice a dozen clever connections buried within it that I didn’t consciously intend, I still take every drop of credit
plotting to occupy the holes in the story, to fill them full of Her
September 11, 2025 at 10:12 PM
plotting to occupy the holes in the story, to fill them full of Her
sometimes, when I fantasize about a tour for the next book, I slip into a full on fugue state
September 7, 2025 at 9:14 PM
sometimes, when I fantasize about a tour for the next book, I slip into a full on fugue state
first semester of college. some boy, sitting next to me in class, doodling chastity belts, writing, “what a waste” over and over. medieval chastity belts weren't even a real thing—it was a crude joke rooted in misogyny and male anxiety.
September 4, 2025 at 7:39 PM
first semester of college. some boy, sitting next to me in class, doodling chastity belts, writing, “what a waste” over and over. medieval chastity belts weren't even a real thing—it was a crude joke rooted in misogyny and male anxiety.
flaunting my new cap and bells. aiming for mischief, not folly.
August 31, 2025 at 7:23 PM
flaunting my new cap and bells. aiming for mischief, not folly.
I love when ideas loom so large that I don’t feel the need to record them right away; the choice notions that I know will continue to fester, to spawn new life in the dark and then slither back when I need them, stronger than ever.
August 27, 2025 at 4:28 AM
I love when ideas loom so large that I don’t feel the need to record them right away; the choice notions that I know will continue to fester, to spawn new life in the dark and then slither back when I need them, stronger than ever.
feeling a special kind of shameless. I carved off a pound of his flesh today, just for me. there’s an exquisite satisfaction in leaving him scratching his head.
August 22, 2025 at 7:40 PM
feeling a special kind of shameless. I carved off a pound of his flesh today, just for me. there’s an exquisite satisfaction in leaving him scratching his head.
he poured so many words into me about the things he held sacred
August 19, 2025 at 9:32 PM
he poured so many words into me about the things he held sacred
You are the authority
August 15, 2025 at 7:01 PM
You are the authority