writing
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on mother’s day
i find myself falling back into the past instead of hoping for the future. [ this piece is actually from 2020 and i posted an edited version of it on another platform last year. ] my mother and i were never each others to begin with. mother’s day: i’m not sure what to think of Continue reading
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Finding Connections in Lonely Castle In the Mirror
[ a literary analysis / introspective piece I wrote for a college application this past month. the prompt was to talk about a recent piece of media that impacted you. ] Since I can remember I have enjoyed reading. As a child my mom would read to me in the afternoons, and I would always Continue reading
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to the last days of december
journal entry #4 blogmas is over and while i did hope to post 25 blog posts in 25 days i’m still happy with the 7 i got written. it’s more blog posts than i’ve published in the past year. lol i’m sorry if this post is more melancholy than usual. a year ending isn’t all sadness Continue reading
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falling snow, the scent of pine in the air, childhood left behind
journal entry #3 blogmas day 7 eleven months have already gone by and now december is slipping past my fingers. someone mentioned the other day that there are only two more sundays until christmas. i felt my stomach sinking at the thought. my family and i haven’t even put up our tree yet. it’s sitting Continue reading
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Secret WIP Excerpt
When I first came to Hampton I was a mere child, bright eyed at the endless mansion and the sloping grounds that belonged to it. Hampton was a place from a storybook, it held secrets I was curious to learn. When I left eleven years later, at the age of nineteen, it had twisted and… Continue reading
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Last Moments of October
journal entry #2 i started writing this back at the end of october and never finished it. every year i wait for autumn to arrive slowly in all of its colors. the weather cools and leaves of red, orange, and yellow fall at my feet as i walk across the parking lot to my job. Continue reading
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the coming of october and autumn aesthetics
memories i have been forgetting come back. what’s the saying about memories, about learning from the past…? but forgetting is like morphine. how else do i get through what is my life? i don’t know why i’m writing this, it’s not like a letter for help. maybe just to say you’re not alone. Continue reading
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It’s September
There’s something magical about September. In New York the heat of summer begins to lift as the days slowly shorten and the sun turns gold with each passing sunset. Windows stay open and the breeze carries the crisp scent of fall. Continue reading
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Old Blogs, New Blogs, and Bios
Getting back into blogging is great and all until I remember that in order to do it I actually have to sit down and write blog posts…I honestly should have thought this through more. Continue reading
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First Piece of Writing
There’s a balance, when you’re an immigrant, in becoming a part of the culture you’ve been brought into but still being able to keep hold of your own. Continue reading
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