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 splatteredContinue 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 memoirContinue 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 courageContinue reading “why didn’t i know?, or a brief study in neil perry”

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 inhaleContinue reading “of limits and imaginary lines”

okay, but for real this time

This isn’t good for me anymore. I am writing myself raw lately, because I am afraid that you will forget about me. (This has always been my biggest fear.) I am double checking my WordPress views and my Facebook likes over and over and over again, because those little thumbs up’s and little hearts feel soContinue reading “okay, but for real this time”

but in dreams/i can hear your name, or: kind of a story about lemon cake

5 From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines (Guys, fuck: is this my book?! In which a pretentious cream puff works their way through Whitman’s collected works? Fuck. … Would you buy it?) Alright. Let’s do this again: Fuck, guys. This needs to be it for a while. I needContinue reading “but in dreams/i can hear your name, or: kind of a story about lemon cake”

on the (galaxy’s) edge

Okay, so I’ve had too much coffee to focus on this Good Omens fanfiction that I SUPER NEED TO START ACTUALLY WRITING. COME ON, DANI. But I got to sleep in this morning, and I am a little wrecked right now, and there’s Oreo creamer in my coffee, so LET’S TALK ABOUT STAR WARS.  Because, honestly, Team?Continue reading “on the (galaxy’s) edge”