for you.

like a love letter from someone you never thought you'd see again, we write the words in our own blood. winter and i are old enemies, bu...

 i live a double life, hidden behind pen and paper and yet,  you have seen the most explicit parts of me.  i've always done better in wr...

some nights I lay in bed and wonder  whether the love we dream about and write about and hope for even actually exists.  deeply intense and ...

you were everything I only could have hoped you’d be.  tangerine fever dream sleepless summer stuck on me.  i never want to leave  the space...

we're always missing what was or impatiently waiting for what's to come. sometimes we forget what's in front of us, right in thi...

To My Peter Pan (2019) Thinking about how your eyes drip kerosene. Caramel. Dark and light, hard and melty, all at once. I love the person I...

i am a collage of all the best parts of you and worst parts of me  take my words and make them something  Beautiful, Baby.  where is the mea...

Goddamnit do i miss you.   It haunts me in the back of my mind every so often. Today especially. I’m nostalgic.  I miss our part of the univ...

here I am, again, writing lonely love letters you’ll never read hoping somehow we’re cosmically connected and you can feel my insides that f...

it was all for you. all of it.  you always said it without saying it; you knew.  don’t leave me here to do this on my own. you’re ingrained ...