It's my favorite line in The Taming of the Shrew, and one of the only ones that made doing that damn big speech okay each and every night. Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare (Like, fuck you, Shakespeare, but also I just cannot bring myself to hate this play entirely. Sorry?)* I am a soft … Continue reading “our weakness past compare.”
Author: Dani
of anger
CW: Mentions of abuse and trauma. I am angry today. I am angry at everything, I think, but if you'll allow me to be more specific: I am angry at how cold my hands are, I'm angry at how lame my Spotify Daily Mixes are today, I am angry at you, I'm angry that I … Continue reading of anger
some more to do about hope
Forgive me, but I need to talk some more about hope today. "Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you'll never make it through the night." (Yes, General.) I had an interesting phone call with my therapist last night. I rambled for a while, as I … Continue reading some more to do about hope
“i was just too blind to see,” or a pixar-inspired love letter
You're the soul who understands The scars that made me who I am Through the drifting sands of time I got your back and you got mine I am an older sibling. When my little brother was born, the story goes that I, very quickly into the proceedings, asked my parents: Cool. When does he … Continue reading “i was just too blind to see,” or a pixar-inspired love letter
just a little california dreaming
For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, Except we must tarry here a little while longer, mustn't we? My darlings. Tell me where you're going next, and Next, please. (Tell me something, anything. You're still out there, right?) next, I am going to go outside, … Continue reading just a little california dreaming
but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)
What do you miss? I miss less than I expected, and I hesitate to characterize this thought as "comforting," but also... I am learning about myself. Learning that, here at nearly 31, I hardly know anything, really. For example, I do not miss waiting on the bus in the rain, do not miss being splattered … Continue reading but seriously, who will stop the rain (but the asia song this time)
i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self
What follows is something I found lurking in my Documents folder. (I'm so bored, guys.) It was saved on August 8, 2010, and is entitled, "A Foreward That May Never Be Read." JOKE'S ON YOU, ASSHOLE, I'M READING IT, AND I'M PUTTING IT ON THE INTERNET. Here we go: Who the heck writes a memoir … Continue reading i am bored, so i’m going to pick a literary fight with my college self
depression, just… not the time, okay?
Missing me one place, search another; I stop somewhere, waiting for you. Gods, FUCK. THIS. (Did you know that you were looking for me? I did not know that I was looking for you.) Team, I had a vision for today. To be fair, it's a glorious April afternoon. I'm sure many of us had a plan, … Continue reading depression, just… not the time, okay?
why didn’t i know?, or a brief study in neil perry
Why do the things that mean the most to us as kids mean the most to us? (I have a lot of questions lately.) It's all some grand tapestry of a conspiracy, of DESTINY in my mind: Walt Whitman and I, each coming into the world many May 31's a part. I don't have courage … Continue reading why didn’t i know?, or a brief study in neil perry
i’m not ready, or: ben solo deserved better, or: yes, i’m still upset about this
Let me be upfront: I only saw Rise of Skywalker once. Because I really, really hated it. (So, forgive me if I do not eloquently cite my sources here, okay? Okay.) But, today, I find myself Google-ing, "When can I watch Rise of Skywalker on Disney+?" DAMN YOU, MOUSE. Because, OKAY, FINE. There were a few moments I liked, … Continue reading i’m not ready, or: ben solo deserved better, or: yes, i’m still upset about this
of limits and imaginary lines
Uncle Walt again, dear friends: From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. I inhale … Continue reading of limits and imaginary lines
who’ll stop the rain
I am ready to be my own Voice in my own head. I am ready to be louder than the Voices that have told me so many so many so many lies for so so so long. (Part of being loud is showing up here, I think. I still took a little break. I'll be … Continue reading who’ll stop the rain
