I Am The Most Stressed Out Laziest Person Ever I Don’t Even Know How I Do It

“I’d like to go quietly mad,”

— Vladislav Khodasevich, tr. by Michael Frayn, Twentieth Century Russian Poetry, from “Ballad,”

This poem was inspired by two suggestions people sent me, "bottled up emotions" and "process to healing". I decided to write just one for both. I see it as a little story of redemption.

hydrangeas (*¯︶¯*)

In honor of back-to-school.

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“August 2nd. Something wants to be said but the words don’t agree.”

— Tomas Tranströmer, from “Baltics”, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems (trans. Robin Fulton)

I’m just gonna leave this here.

sufins

I mean, it probably goes without saying, but the Found Family trope is so popular because so very many people are so terribly, terribly lonely

i love everybody because i love you