here's an ode to the twenty*something year olds who haven't quite figured out how to bridge the gap between breakdown and breakthrough, to the grown ups who never grew old, to the nomads who aren't quite lost but haven't quite found themselves yet, to the anarchist revolutionaries currently working nine to fives, to the ballin-on-a-budget-but-i-look-like-money influencers, to the uber drivers who swear this isn't their real job, to the lonely extroverts, surrounded by likes but never love & the opinionated introverts who couldn't care less about caring too much.

these are the chronicles of the lone.

on my Kanye

here's the thing that people often dont talk about when they talk about mania.. their eyes will scan your body language and feel...

an ocean of emotion, a self portrait.

i've learned how to feel less deeply. i've taught myself how to be shallow. i know it seems strange, in a world where we are so alienated...

middle child

i am the estranged middle child, the one who often goes unheard but has the most of say, constantly balancing two sides of an unjust...

letter to a little lone

five things i wish i could've said to a younger me dear zara, i know shit feels rough right now, like no one understands you. life is a...