An essay by Donna Tartt

Things that self- sabotage masquerades as: reminder for me and you.

1. Humility- oh I just don't want to take the spotlight away from people.
2. Existential crisis- I'm not throwing away opportunities because I feel unworthy of them, it's because nothing ultimately matters and life is a pointless string of sufferings.
3. Biding your time- oh it's just not the right time for me.
4. Learning- I'm not qualified to do it yet. But don't worry, I will be in due time, until then, I'll defer my life indefinitely.
5. I'm too old- I'm just gonna assume I'm past my prime although I felt like that even when I was 13.
6. I'm not a materialist- I try to make up for other people's consumerist lavishness by sacrificing my access to basic necessities, or a better standard of living.
7. Lack of superficial success equals internal contentment- I believe that being successful on the outside takes away from my internal wealth.
8. Loyalty- I should be as successful as the least successful person I love.(Plug in whatever your metrics of success constitute).
9. Authenticity- I'm only authentic when I'm stripped down naked.
10. Self-sufficiency- I don't need help or weatherproof structures in place to get up on my feet.
11. Spirituality or enlightenment- I'm on the quest for things much greater than petty "successes".

I believe most of these things are good and necessary. We need to shred our securities and retreat into the wild from time to time BUT being wed to them our whole lives is just one big campaign against ourselves and the people that care about us.

I wake up
And I've smoked a decade
My pimples have given way to eye bags
Hope has lost its battle with cynicism

I haven't found him yet
I'm not looking
Worse things keep me up at night
My ageless mom is not so ageless anymore(tell her not)
And the wear on my dad shows

Slimy time
Elusive time
My bones are tired as ever
And folks drop like leaves

I still don't speak French
I don't try enough
Yet hot air still leaves my lungs
And my migraine still keeps me company
Key and Peele are funny as ever
And Lily's still easily entertained

I'm using ChatGPT to do an assignment. That's how you know I talk the talk but don't walk the walk. 😭
At least it's not a poem I'm working on!🤷‍♀

I wanna be a tooth when I grow up
Teeth are made for the world
For biting one's nail
Biting one's tongue
Peeling bits of skin in healing
They're made for tearing flesh from bone
To be bared to scare off love
And danger


Teeth are bones that don't shy from gaze
Showgirls of the skeleton
Only they're not... bones

They ache like a bitch
They stain like a bitch
They bite like a bitch
So far I've been the sliced, the skin

Don't know what this is supposed to be.

Somebody yawned to this.😭 My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.😂

Today and teeth...🤔 I see it everywhere.

You sit long enough in the gutter and you start to reek of it. Like you're one with the stench that clings to you. And you wouldn't be entirely wrong as you can't escape your own shit. You can't escape the filth inside your intestines.

Fernando Pessoa

"She walks in beauty." Intentionally. Swiftly. She was my first object of worship. My muse, my nemesis. She is too young to be my mother. Yet my little brain saw her as one of the gods. She was perfect. Infectious. She marked the places she went to, branded the very air she passed through. Owned every perfume she wore. She excites extreme emotions in others. Always extremes. Because she is truly alive and what a life! From the time I was a little girl trying on my mother's heels, I've always known it is too big for me.

I loved her in imperial purple as a child, then I learnt her bloodied lore and she became my crimson queen as a teen. Now I love her in grey. Kalypso of the typhoon. Because what I feel for her is turbulent, violent. She is many women. And she has no right to trust the world with her heart after everything it did to her. But she does. She always does.

There are times that I have failed to see her for the windshield she is to my life. God forgive me. Mom forgive me.

- One of the things I wrote about my mom some months ago.

Absolutely beautiful!💜

Monday
May
Under-prepared for my exam.
My favorite octogenarian is still killing it.
Life is good.
Have a pretty day!💜

"To experience the joys of people while actively avoiding them."

- Cliff Sargent on why he reads

I'm a Man UTD "fan" who knows nothing about it except for Rooney. Yes, I'm old and so are you.

Anyways, congrats to Arsenal fans. Your happiness is contagious!