Why I Started Lying
It was the first time a lie had ever saved me.
I am fine, really
Essays, poems and stories I have to tell in order to stay sane.
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the art of turning your wounds into comedy
A breakdown of the writing techniques behind Fleabag’s unfiltered humor
I hyperfixate on random bullshit
It sounds to me like you’re mad at yourself for escaping suffering.
the twins were never sisters
He wasn’t thinking about incest. Thinking about the relationship between the sisters would require recognizing them as people.
the fear of having what you’ve been longing for because now you can lose it
She said she is scared. All the time. She has always wanted to die. And now she doesn’t. And she doesn’t know how to live without death.
I didn’t know I could just ask for help
Maybe needing people is not weakness. Maybe being a person alone is too much.
It happens at the third puff
For a while, every cigarette I smoked was my last one.
I was told I was meant for great things
And the worst thing I did was believe it (also buying a dog online at 11).
I Disappear When I’m With My Mother
Some people make you feel safe in your own system. Others don’t.
I Failed Virginia Woolf. Will I Ever Have a Room of My Own?
I know what a house is, I’ve lived in seven of them. And I know what a home feels like, I’ve felt it in my sister’s arms. But I’ve never experienced those two words together.