aloha pops~

moving on

  • day 5292: reflection

    this is not a letter, just a few thoughts i had the urge to scribe down. tw: heavy on the rape. read only if you have spoons.   it is funny where “it” still pops up. funny if you are… Continue reading

  • day 5133: lauded

    hi daddio. there is so much i need to update you on. for now, i leave you something my boyfriend- we shall call him the armenian- wrote about me. She is kind. She wants to help others. She knows how… Continue reading

  • day 4887: emotional labor

    we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading

  • day 4831: come alive

    hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading

  • day 4826: rapture inside of me is on the rise

    hi dad. for the first time in over a decade, mom has kept in contact with me for more than 24 hours. she and I had a 30 minute phone call on sunday. since then, we have texted every day.… Continue reading