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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—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...
Thursday: Back seat of your parents' car, wearing your mother's clothes, sleeping on a long ride like you haven't done since you were a teenager. The wake shows you your family like a hall of mirrors. Your teeth smile back at you in...
Starting a new thing on this blog because I've been getting really into finding new music as a method of procrastination lately. I've gotten into so many genres and artists over the years, but I love how the world is so big that I'll...
Coming back to this blog feels like sneaking into my own apartment, trying to be quiet, even though this is my apartment. I guess that's just how it feels to come back from internet death. I didn't mean to disappear for the whole of...
Saturday evening, curled up in my chair, anxiety a second heartbeat behind my real one. I've wanted to cry all week from the sheer number of tasks I have to do, but the tears just won't come out. And it's only the first Saturday of...
It never gets properly dark in the city, for me. There's always a car, always a siren, always my own lights kept on because I'm still cramming for something. Cities never sleep, but my hometown does. The dark is alive here. Not in a...
Lately I've been trying, and failing, to think of what to say when I come back to this blog. I'm not leaving (I like blogging far too much!), but I have made myself rather scarce lately. But what is there to write about? The urge to...
...and a bassist. And a guitarist. And a...ukulelist? Up until I started college, strings were my thing. Whatever it was, I had probably tried it. My family never hesitated to let the kids try whatever they wanted to try, as long as it...
Well, yesterday, more accurately. It's an extremely ungodly hour of the night and I haven't managed to sleep. I recently scolded one of my younger friends (one of the ones who are like little sisters) about her awful habits, but I've...