I started Zoloft again: 12 de noviembre de 2014
I feel like a sage, a master of “letting things be.” I started Zoloft again three days ago and it’s been making me feel like vomiting, just vaguely, under-the-surface-enough so that I don’t actually do it. It also gives me…
Hablando con mi misma: 31 de agosto de 2015
Estoy hablando con mi misma, como la mayoría de las veces que estoy hablando (de algo que pienso importante). Fumé la resina de mi pipa que había tenido escondida por casi dos años en un libro con el medio sacado,…
Hitchhiking: 25 de marzo de 2015
Hitchhiking is frustrating when you’re limited on time, when you’ve got to work at midnight and it’s already five-ish and you’ve got a nine hour drive ahead of you. That means you’re already two hours late, and no one wants…
The words gushing out of me: 17 de noviembre de 2013
I’m eating ice cream in the kitchen with the clocks ticking and an aloe vera plant in the corner. An almost-empty bottle of wine, a sepia toned world map on the wall, miniature pumpkins on the dining table. The words…
What do you do?: 22 de enero de 2015
A question I would like to ask all young people is “What do you do when you like someone?” What do you do, specifically? Do you ask them a question about their past, or something more surface level first? Or…
Acting is fearless exaggeration: 15 junio 2015
Acting is fearless exaggeration. If you could do it perfectly you’d be a subtle, powerful energy source. I’d feed off you relentlessly, mimicking your faces, searching for sincerity and satire in every emotion. Would we mirror each other? Would we…