One of Chekov’s famous works is a trilogy of short stories sharing the familiar aching of missed opportunities; a lesson always dragging towards shore, a little too slow and out of tide. Anything tangled up into three’s makes my head spin. That can be choked up to my obsessive-compulsive disorder, the mathematical orgasm of prime …
when the sun reached its highest point.
Its a Friday, I think. I haven't updated on here in a long while. I could update my life in a chronological order of everything important that's happened, but that sounds boring and I've given up measuring my life in ordinary milestones that hold nothing but societal meaning to me. So here's the past however …
a love letter to growth.
i took a step away from this outlet for the summer. when last semester ended, i felt genuinely content. but throughout the summer and currently, i feel such a greater sense of peace and happiness than i think i have felt before. a constant stream of growth throughout these years? i am quite grateful. so …
i made it through my first semester of college!
I am the lone person sitting in the courtyard at university right now. Maybe because its windy and about to storm. But this weather is the best and I am the goddamn storm, y'all. I am content, writing my thoughts and rereading my favorite book. Sitting criss cross and drinking my chai tea. Life is …
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support for autistic adults: where the heck is it?
I feel as if I am stuck in a big ole pit and the harder I try to climb out, the more sh*t gets piled on top of me. Its a big heap of crap. But, this isn't a pity party. I am not all sad and gloom, if anything, I am a lot happier …
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a short collection of poems and prose.
a. Sometimes when I see lights, I see burning flame. People are synonymous with exit signs, And I keep searching for a way out of the fire. b. we're all just different points on a map, reaching for something or someone. we build train tracks between human connections take cars to people, in hopes of …
loneliness is a lot like climbing a mountain.
this is one of the hardest posts so far for me to talk about; but as i sit here crying my eyes out over feelings ive held in for months... its about time i process my thoughts the only way I know how. through quick, messy, unfiltered writing. more than anything, i pride myself on …
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short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.
I raised a coffee cup to my mouth but when I sipped, a blue bird flew out. Its feathers rang songs of the sea as it flew--a smell of sea salt and cigarette ash swam in the air. For years since we stopped having our morning coffee, all I could see was blue. The world …
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first week of college from an autistic
"the peopled world was a constant clash." is a quote that repeats on a mix tape in my mind. how is it that the entire universe, the way the trees sway with the wind, the way the fox chases the rabbit, how street lights brighten under dark skies--it all makes an overwhelming amount of …
autism and adulthood: some coping suggestions!
making a list and checking it twice, ten, twenty times over. heres a glimpse into the journey of autistic adulthood. a journey i am barely beginning and quickly learning how intense, and unprepared i really am for it. and some autistic tips to help others in my figurative mind-shoes get the respite and coping skills …
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