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So I Dyed It Black
Written while waiting for the dye to set in, with a towel over my shoulder. .·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:..·:·:·:·:·:. I dyed my hair black today. For no apparent reason. Perhaps that’s…
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a sick afternoon tarot pull
Written on a random Tuesday afternoon, sick and half-dissociating, after picking up a deck I hadn’t touched in years. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · I used…
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I’m Living Dead with grief
Written after noticing my own laughter sounded like someone else’s voice in the room. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 Grief is quieter sometimes. It’s opening the fridge and realizing something you bought…
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a short Disco Elysium reflection
I’d been thinking about writing something about Disco Elysium for a while. Finding out my therapist knew the game intensified how I experienced it. It made the game’s…
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I Feel 13 Again Today
Written while holding my grown self like a shield against an old, angry girl. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 Yesterday, I felt endless sadness. It was heavy, yet familiar. I know what…
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Why I don’t feel safe in cars anymore
Every trip we took as a family started with the sound of car doors closing. Even the long ones—twelve hours, sometimes more. We packed everything we needed and…
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You can call me Celestica. This space is where I leave behind the things I don’t know how to carry. Pieces of writing, photographs, poems, and states of mind that never fully left. Welcome.
