EVERYthingAT ONCE
I write things down. Then I don't.
I photograph them, tick a box, hum a tune,
or say nothing for a month.
This is all of it, piled into one loud room.
Nothing organized.
Everything here.
scroll to poke↓
open me
Letters to nobody, written at 2am and never sent. Some are three words long. Some are embarrassing. All of them are here.
Read the journal →today I did nothing and it was the most honest thing I've done all week.
entry no. 041
longer thoughts
Essays, lists & rants about life, creativity, and getting it (somewhat) together.
notes
in progress
incoming call
pick up?
Some things aren't for typing. Slide to answer and you get a piece of me that isn't edited eleven times first.
or don't. that's okay too.
might be important. might be nothing.
calling…
me, probably
proof I looked
or don't. that's okay too.
on repeat
a mixtape of whatever is looping in my head this week.
Half of it is embarrassing.
All of it is honest.
- 01Motion SicknessPhoebe Bridgersfor the walk home
- 02CellophaneFKA twigs3am, lights off
- 03Kabhi Kabhi AditiRashid Aliinstant serotonin
- 04NightcallKavinskydriving nowhere
more songs, maybe
tick, tick, tick
The bullet journal I keep restarting.
Nothing here is a streak.
Everything here counts.
this week, allegedly
6 of 6, somehow
- drank water like a person who wants to live
- went outside (balcony counts)
- did not reread that text
- wrote one sentence, badly
- slept before the sun came up
- let something be unfinished
go on, nosy one
the garden
I recently fell in love with gardening, so now there’s a little patch here too. Plant an emoji seed, leave a tiny note, and water what other people have planted.
visit the garden →what's growing now
🌧 Delhi monsoon · 0 plants on the go
checking on the pots…
see the whole garden →your turn, stranger
This whole place is me talking.
Stick something of yours on the wall
so it stops being a monologue.
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The wall is empty.
Be the first mark on it. ↷
before you go
take one with you
A scrap of something I wrote down. Free. Pull as many as you like — nobody's counting.