a collection of words,
said anyways.
universe
empty
enemy
glass
smoke
fog
leather
mirror
untitled
silenter
silent
gatorade
cold
january-february (2024)
our love is all we have (video)
ghost
it never stops
walking home (video)
intersection
being my friend
aftertaste
the deeper i get, the less that i know (video)
november-december (2023)
grey christmas
people
the end after the end
don't look up!
nobody wants to read a website about all the things i never say to you
everything's frozen again
press me where it hurts
the wind blows strong
"i hope to never stop being your friend"
another one about how much i hate being alive
my biggest regrets come from all the times i didn't let myself suffer
september-october (2023)
rain
gasping breath
my 21st birthday
nothing i say matters
inhuman
july-august (2023)
see me
i didn't think it would hurt like this
thursday, july 27th
isn't it supposed to be summer
the past is locked in
serpentine
july 6th
celebration
foundation
may-june (2023)
i hope you remember me as something better than i am
vessel
empty
convenience store
the smog
smokescreen
idle
starry night
updates
i've been thinking about death a lot lately
teacup
march-april (2023)
on missing you
the river, the sea
i haven't written much lately
january-february (2023)
winter
february has come and gone
pluto
i wish i felt nothing
ad infinitum
music, pt. 2
november-december (2022)
waiting
doorstep
you wouldn't miss me
dream
nowhere
it's hard
stuff
then why did it feel so real
boxes (epilogue) / grow up
a thousand tiny pieces
branches break
branches
september-october (2022)
stupid clumpy mess
lifeforms
ashes fly
same old me
you used to sing
something
september
july-august (2022)
ceasefire
holding on
haze
happy (?)
the rock collector
nature
something weird happened last night
failure
shadow / epilogue
(cont.)
week in review
get out
where do we go from here?
may-june (2022)
writing
movies
cut fingers / aluminum shards
meaning
negative space
amnesia
"i want you"
i glow
pre_adult brain thoughts
forest fire
music
shards in a pile on the floor
curation
the end of may / loneliness
i think i would be lucky just to make you smile again
organelles
isolating
arctic norwegian cabin
march-april (2022)
a thought i had while eating a croissant
rulebook
rope
march is the worst month of the year
six weeks
555
fucking up
every day is the same
doomed
river run centre
a crow looked at (us)
how to study for the midterm
you win
x, y
january-february (2022)
pulsing
eaten by the universe
444
sidewalk
love, i guess
sorry
it's been 3 hours and 42 minutes since everything was fine
the first day of february
dirt
click around at your own discretion.
