so if you see a ghost on the sidelines of your dreams, who am I kidding? you always saw through me
December 1, 2025 at 5:42 PM
so if you see a ghost on the sidelines of your dreams, who am I kidding? you always saw through me
I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.
December 1, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I knew in that moment that was true and recognized that I would blaze through moments for the rest of my life, forgetting things, and becoming ages older, until I forgot everything—so I consoled myself by committing to remember that one moment.
I like to think of light this way, dispensed in attaché cases to illuminate as needed.
December 1, 2025 at 11:42 AM
I like to think of light this way, dispensed in attaché cases to illuminate as needed.
Fortunately, geniuses understand that young men are often fools.
December 1, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Fortunately, geniuses understand that young men are often fools.
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
December 1, 2025 at 5:42 AM
The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.
Alone. I want to tell you about when I learned that word, really, with all of me. The reason I’m a tumbleweed, a dandelion seed, a stone rolling until she’s planted in place, then kicked up again.
December 1, 2025 at 2:41 AM
Alone. I want to tell you about when I learned that word, really, with all of me. The reason I’m a tumbleweed, a dandelion seed, a stone rolling until she’s planted in place, then kicked up again.
INT. HARTFIELD, EMMA’S ROOM - MORNING
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
November 30, 2025 at 11:41 PM
INT. HARTFIELD, EMMA’S ROOM - MORNING
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
After the maidservant has gone, she goes to the fire and, completely unself-consciously, lifts up her skirts to warm her bare bottom by the fire which is lit in the grate. A beat. She feels alone.
“I miss you already,” he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter—half sadly, half expectantly—let her go.
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 PM
“I miss you already,” he said. Tiger Lily wanted to say it back. But she held on to the words greedily, too caught in the habit of keeping herself a secret. And Peter—half sadly, half expectantly—let her go.
for some to live well is easy, a flea leaps and is unshocked by its flight. for others it’s harder and hardly seems worth doing.
November 30, 2025 at 5:40 PM
for some to live well is easy, a flea leaps and is unshocked by its flight. for others it’s harder and hardly seems worth doing.
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
November 30, 2025 at 2:41 PM
And I felt lonely. I missed those voices. I missed the minds behind them. I wanted to be seen. That need dug into the heart of me.
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
November 30, 2025 at 11:40 AM
I can hide in words so long as I scatter them through my body; to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room.
I believe I am adding up to something.
November 30, 2025 at 8:40 AM
I believe I am adding up to something.
i could not be held responsible for desire. he could not be held at all.
November 30, 2025 at 5:40 AM
i could not be held responsible for desire. he could not be held at all.
i do only what comes naturally. obey my gut, pray at takeoffs never landings. mostly i look forward to sleep.
November 30, 2025 at 2:40 AM
i do only what comes naturally. obey my gut, pray at takeoffs never landings. mostly i look forward to sleep.
She wished she could fill herself up like this. She wished she could press mounds of rich soil into the gaps of her heart, occupying the space until flowers could take root and grow roses.
November 29, 2025 at 11:40 PM
She wished she could fill herself up like this. She wished she could press mounds of rich soil into the gaps of her heart, occupying the space until flowers could take root and grow roses.
Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
November 29, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
it hurts to even think about the leak in my brain where brackish water trickles in and memory trickles out. with what do i mend a hole like that? answer me. with what?
November 29, 2025 at 5:40 PM
it hurts to even think about the leak in my brain where brackish water trickles in and memory trickles out. with what do i mend a hole like that? answer me. with what?
How did one nation produce both humble souls and killers?
November 29, 2025 at 2:40 PM
How did one nation produce both humble souls and killers?
It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It’s beautiful.
November 29, 2025 at 11:41 AM
It’s like he’s picking up parts of the world and showing them to me, saying, See? It’s beautiful.
“Why do you hate him,” she asked. “He’s been good to you.”
”Why do you love him? He’s done nothing for you.”
”Why do you love him? He’s done nothing for you.”
November 29, 2025 at 8:41 AM
“Why do you hate him,” she asked. “He’s been good to you.”
”Why do you love him? He’s done nothing for you.”
”Why do you love him? He’s done nothing for you.”
I hope you can forgive this. To be soft, for me, is so often pretense, and pretense does not come easily while writing to you.
November 29, 2025 at 5:40 AM
I hope you can forgive this. To be soft, for me, is so often pretense, and pretense does not come easily while writing to you.
you see me in this fragile place because you're my weakness
November 29, 2025 at 2:41 AM
you see me in this fragile place because you're my weakness
Every evening I see a red sky bleed over blue water and think of us. Have you ever watched this kind of sunset? The colours don’t blend: the redder the sky the bluer the water, as we tilt away from the sun.
November 28, 2025 at 11:40 PM
Every evening I see a red sky bleed over blue water and think of us. Have you ever watched this kind of sunset? The colours don’t blend: the redder the sky the bluer the water, as we tilt away from the sun.
I find it so bizarre that I occupy space, and that I am seen by other people.
November 28, 2025 at 8:40 PM
I find it so bizarre that I occupy space, and that I am seen by other people.
It was you who taught me that if a man stands in silence for long enough eventually only the silence remains.
November 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM
It was you who taught me that if a man stands in silence for long enough eventually only the silence remains.