I started this piece two months ago and am now in a totally different headspace, hence why it's unfinished 🙂 Couldn't let it sit in the drafts anymore. Heartbreak is a tangible feeling, and people use the word too cavalierly. My heart isn’t broken, it's angry and cold and unrelenting and unreachable and heavy and … feared. By me. I don't like what it has turned into, a lump of coal in the center of my chest, but I can't change it. No amount of flirting or dates or swiping or

The landlord was tall, well-fed, his glasses quite small And he didn't have much to say at all He inspected our home and sealed all open...

"I don't know...Maybe I am snobby". "Stop calling yourself that. I don't think you're a snob." "You don't?" "No, snobs are assholes. And...

This is a dream I had that I ferociously journaled about before my eyes were fully open in order to create this story. The road...

I used to take joy in crossing against the light rushing to beat moving cars as if I had somewhere to be walking quickly, eyes straight...