A/N: This is the end of the Seedless Trilogy. After a while the smell of nectar gets a little nauseating. Maybe it's just me though. People say I should relax, I can't get over it. That sweet, sticky smell. Not only does it fill up my nose and lungs, it runs down my neck sometimes.… Continue reading Flanders Field Of Frail Feelings
A/N: yes it's still a very short story... and getting shorter In the days after, I wondered if I had eaten a seed at all. I had not grown roots, there was no moss clinging to my skin and no leaves growing out of my ears. I was still mobile and very much human. To… Continue reading A Seed-Sized Secret
A very, very short story. It was my fault because I wanted nothing more than to eat that fruit. I stared at it every day, hanging off the branch of that tree with my eyes as wide as saucers. I tried not to stare it, I tried not to let everyone see I was staring… Continue reading I Swallowed A Seed
...and other things I do since I can't afford therapy. Capitalist realism... is more like a pervasive atmosphere conditioning not only the production of culture but also the regulation of work and education, and acting as a kind of invisible barrier constraining thought and actionMark Fisher, Capitalist Realism #EndSARS Protest Lawrence, KS Do you remember… Continue reading Why I’m Not Doing Social Media Activism Anymore…
I really wanted to know what it was like to be dead but nobody would tell me.Ingrid Rojas Contreras, Fruit of The Drunken Tree Fruit of The Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras Fruit of the Drunken Tree does not end well. It's a really bad ending but the kind of bad ending that sits… Continue reading This One Is For All The Little Girls Who Aren’t So Little
A brief guide on how not to talk to people from a different country My Aloe Vera plant doesn't have a name and it doesn't matter because she is dying I had three unsolicited interactions last Friday. I like to sit away from people on the bus. I like to either listen to music and… Continue reading I Was 2 Feet Tall And Then I Wasn’t Anything
Because I never finish anything... literally. There's a small number of you that make your way to this corner of the internet every time I post (which I'm very grateful for) and some of you who step into this crevice will occasionally share something with me about my post; how it made you feel for… Continue reading How To Be Good At Something
Open a book... seriously. Fruit of The Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras It's Latin American Heritage Month and I decided to do something about how little I know about Latin American culture. In fact, I'm more disappointed that I didn't think of this sooner. My three favourite ways of interacting with a new culture… Continue reading In Between The Pages
Ha alliteration! I really need to do this. More. I'm back in school (precariously though, because... any moment now, we really should be shutting down but somehow we've made it week 6) and I can't breathe. I am suffocated by the incessant assignment and projects, the egregious stares I keep getting from white people in… Continue reading Where Were We?
It's getting very unhealthy in here. “blessed beshewho isbothfuriousand magnificent” Taylor Rhodes, calloused: a field journal So I've been working out a lot, a lot more than earlier in the quarantine because now I've done a whole Chloe Ting program and I've designed my own schedule. I work out 5 times a week and I'm incorporating more… Continue reading Me, Pamela & Body Dysphoria
