1/4: “Them or Me?” Monday night, I dreamt that I was inside of my parents’ old house, crammed into a… Read more Blog Post #166: Goodbye, friends. Thanks for being here.
As my favorite characters fade into a quick and easy oblivion, I play my best memories of them on repeat until they’re so degraded that my fiction fucks with the reality of it all and I’m just left crying, wondering what’s real, what’s imagined, and who the hell we’ve all become.
I dreamt about you last night. I was in our old apartment with my new best friend. It was dark… Read more Dream Chronicles: “You and me and the weird mango chili”
“I can see that you’re already dead, Jace — that you’ve already died — and that’s how I am able to love you fully right now.”
It’s like telling a wall, I really wish you could just love me a little, and watching it as it doesn’t blink, doesn’t speak, doesn’t budge. And you know, in your heart, it’s a wall — it will never love me at all, because it can’t.