Ingredients: One mother Two days Three hospitals Recipe For Instant Failure: Take an arbitrary week, one that is filled with appointments, work, and more chores than imagination can take you.NOTE: do not attempt in a quiet week; recipe will NOT work! Mix ingredients, starting with one mother. The order in which to add remaining ingredients … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Recipe For Failure
yearning for freedomsunlight never within reachuntil I let go Elle Vampa Anger It’s burning away inside, like a fiery fuel. Instead of making me feel energized, it’s leaving my soul in ashes, having to make do with running on fumes. How I get by is beyond me. I must be stronger than I give myself … More Bi-Weekly Loss | The Unholy Trinity
I’m on my way to a specialist pet store (mine are the most spoiled degus ever), and my mom is sitting next to me in my car. I’m changing lanes while trying to keep the otherwise scarce sunlight from blinding me. It’s the day before European Election Day and my mom and I are discussing … More Bi-Weekly Loss | The Voice Of Europe
8.42 amThe World is awake, street noises are travelling upwards through my half-opened window. More than ever I feel disconnected to what is happening “out there”, as my only wish is to remain asleep. Be blissfully unaware of all and everything. But the noises cease to fade (SHUT UP), and my alarm clock gives me … More Fateful Figurines & A Mother’s Job
the birth of my existence,amidst the dark a light, a ray,never a stranger, seldom friends,a lifetime of emotions in dismay,but in all and every wayI will be okay Elle Vampa (Okay, so, apparently I write poetry now…) I thought it felt familiar. Ha! See? I’m not stupid! Predictable? Probably. Seeing as things go exactly as … More A Loser Familiarity
I try to swallow an upcoming coughing fit away, but my aching throat is making it all the more difficult. The last time I had a coughing fit – and I swear my throat is growing more itchy by the desperate second – was in a full college classroom. With an annoyed professor, an ocean … More Bi-Weekly Loss | A Little Underbaked
I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean when you find yourself lying awake at night, pondering from A to Z, and the only way to fall asleep is by imagining you’re strangling your sister. (To my defence, while I was doing so, I felt guilty because I don’t actually want to harm her.) But … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Estrangled Sisters
As the end of the year is undeniably rolling in, I’ve had a few revelations before its finality becomes a reality. (Yes, I was quite proud of that sentence myself, thankyouverymuch) I’m counting down the epiphanies and goals that will, hopefully, help me close 2023 on a high note as well as ring in its … More 2024, 3, 2, 1
