valentine's days
valentine's days
Valentine
Valentine's Days is a daily life archive and a place to practice writing. I write straight into the post editor and publish with minimal editing, all to fight my biggest enemy as a writer: embarrassment. I am cringe but I am free. I do not use AI to write. Please do not use my blog for generative AI purposes.
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Ferocious, hissing and spitting, and yet utterly defenseless unless I run away. All talk, nothing to show for it. Often I finish fights in my head hours after the fact. Sometimes I bite once and regret it forever. Because I'm supposed to...
Wednesday morning, listening to jazz and eating breakfast. It's been a long time since I last listened to jazz, actually. I brought it out in a last-ditch effort to get myself to wash the dishes when I woke up before dawn this morning. I...
The song cover I was working on finally went up, and I feel...bad? I mean, I'm proud of myself for finishing it! I'm proud of myself for doing it all on my own when I'm used to working in a group! I'm glad to know I can do things like...
It's just a bit past midnight. After class yesterday I worked on a song cover all afternoon, then I read a book about music pretty much all evening because I had to stop working on the cover. It's a solo project for my choir (now that I...
It's 2 a.m., and I'm writing this in my childhood bedroom. But I'm not a child anymore, and I've come to that horrible realization that probably comes upon everyone in their early twenties, when they think they've been changing for the...
On days when the sun ravages the earth I can see where you buried your dead—cracked tombstones, paint stripped off the bones, three-hundred-year-old names lost to time and the tide. Yes, the tide, the deep blue, water trapped where it...
I sit down at my desk after a long shower, my face sore from laughing, and think of you. To T, N, A, J, and J, lights of my life
It's 1 a.m. and I can't sleep. I'm not even trying to sleep. I'm supposed to be revising my thesis proposal right now, but I'm in the completely wrong headspace for it (still fretting over my med school applications), so I'm writing this...
—but that's not really true, is it? It's New Year's Eve and I'm sitting in the house I grew up in, and despite being an early twenty-something, this is the first time I've really felt like an adult who's home for the holidays. It's...
—is mourning them in advance, even when nothing is wrong. Sometimes it's fear: growing up and around it, living every day and knowing it's still part of me. It will always be a part of me, that fear, for as long as we are both alive, the...
Sitting at my desk in my apartment, a few days after I last sat here. I just got back from a research conference, my second one in my entire life. This is the first time I've ever had to present my own research, though. It's...
Emo relapse in the year of our Lord 2025? Well yes! fall out boyI love Fall Out Boy. I probably love them now more than I did when I was a teenager who dipped her toes into every genre, including emo. There's just something about them...
Earlier today I was doomscrolling and I came upon a video that was pretty standard Filipino humor: lip syncing to a classic karaoke song about how some other girl is going to snatch up the guy you've got your eye on. What caught me,...
For this month's Bear Blog Carnival, Absurd Pirate asks, what's in your inventory? Without further ado, here are the things that would come spilling out of my body if this was a video game and you jumped me: hygiene kit A packet of...
It's 2 a.m. and I'm sitting at my desk with my planner and nearly all the lights in my apartment open. A huge storm the size of the country is supposed to make landfall later today. I haven't felt this nervous about a typhoon in a long...