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 … Continue reading a love letter to growth.
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 … Continue reading i made it through my first semester of college!
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 … Continue reading support for autistic adults: where the heck is it?
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 … Continue reading a short collection of poems and prose.
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 … Continue reading loneliness is a lot like climbing a mountain.
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 … Continue reading short fiction story: im sitting in a cafe and my coffee cup looks depressed.
"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 … Continue reading first week of college from an autistic