i am writing whatever nonsense i want about anything and nobody can stop me

  • the icon: a short story

    Cassandra Claire lived in cities that were like bodies that were like corpses. Nothing breathed in them, save the bacteria. Once charming, full of verve and color, after a while, the people became less. A party, an apartment, a murder, a venue. Nobody stays in the city forever. They return to the forests, remote, sometimes…

  • today, my cat is OK

    to say i adore my cat is a vast understatement. i love my fucking cat. i love rolly so much i’ve written him into almost every book i’ve ever published. i love him so much that in my latest manuscript, saving the cat is more of a priority than saving the world. i fucking love…

  • today, i thought a lot about superheroes

    it’s interesting to be a writer of superhero books and see how society mythologizes them. there’s the world’s most average boy with a vaguely sad backstory and his shiny feel-good mission he pulls off despite being very average. how unrealistic. sometimes you get an anti-hero, but they’re always my pleasant shade of mayo. they certainly…

  • today, i thought a lot about being crazy

    there’s this stain on the acutely pathologized that nobody talks about but us. it means that even when you’re completely right, you’re totally wrong. when you’re competent, no you aren’t. when you’re in pain, nobody cares until you’re dead, then it’s a tragedy. when you succeed, you’re so strong, but fuck you for behaving like…

  • today, i was vulnerable

    i hate being emotional. i hate crying. i despise giving anybody a single reason to sympathize (let alone empathize) with me when i’m upset. this means i keep everyone, even my closest friends, at arm’s length. at all times. they will learn about it only after, once i’ve processed how i felt by myself and…

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