Welcome! I am 25 years old, writing from Ontario. Thanks for stopping by! I hope there is something here that makes your day a little bit brighter!
A Spotify Playlist to Trick Yourself into Cleaning
I have to confess: I am the worst at doing the dishes. In fact, part of the reason I write about cleaning so often is that I struggle to maintain a clean living space while navigating Bipolar Disorder.
I Might Have Written This Sooner if I Hadn't Been So Damn High: A Poem
We all know the saying: Write drunk, edit sober. In a stupor, I slur, Sober? I barely know ‘er! 🌿 Whiskey makes me mean
Violets on Church Street
The asphalt glows in technicolor. Puddles of neon drip from storefronts; Church St. has turned into a
How Sci-Fi and Fantasy Have Gotten Me Through the Pandemic
Life has been looking like my favorite dystopian novel, lately - and that is not something I am particularly stoked about.
5 Recommended Spotify Playlists for When Your Brain Needs a Massage
Some days, it feels like two small stones live pressed against my temples. I don't feel actively distressed or overwhelmed, I'm not dehydrated, I've breathed deeply...
5 Tips For Cleaning in the Face of Depression
There are weeks when the dishes that sit on my countertop become small ecosystems. The home is supposed to be a reflection of the self... but what if you haven't been yourself in months?
"I'm Not an E-Girl" And Other Lies I've Told While Playing League of Legends
#1 - "My name is Mike." Guys, I don't think you understand: I am totally blowing my cover, here. When I first started playing League of Legends, I chose the name "sleepymk." I would play duo games with my boyfriend which would often go (relatively) seamlessly. (I'm a Nami OTP and I will heal you for days, let me tell you.)
A Spotify Playlist For When Your Mind Is A Moshpit: The Throwback Edition
The stars get brighter the further from the city we go. The roads become pockmarked with potholes, twisting and turning into nearly invisible horizons. We are no longer in the suburbs – each house is different, here, with big yards and mature trees. I point to a home with a red door and we fantasize about the places we might live one day.