lowercase
writing in lowercase forces people to look for your voice. it means they’re listening to you, and this is all i want.
things i’ve learned as an mit student
Now that my first year is officially over and i am a real person now (conservation of frosh or whatever), i feel like i am finally qualified to give children (aka frosh) advice and tell old people (aka non-’27s) about my experiences.
a portrait painted in nonexistent colors
“do you know who you are? looking back at you now, you spend too much time thinking about this question; there is no reason, at least in my mind, that you need to prove that the answer to this question is “a good person.” all you really want, in the end, is to be heard and seen, and for someone to tell you that you deserve to be happy.”
lost and found
“if some random person could find my self-respect, motivation, self-esteem, or my desire to get over the one ‘25 i’ve somehow had a crush on three separate times this school year, i would be thrilled.”
processing life through my spotify playlists
no matter how much i request permission, it seems that i have no direct control over my own code, so the only thing i can do is comment on this chaotic, havoc-wreaking, self-destructive code to try and make some sense of it.
belonging, home, and me
since i am not in fact an almighty god of destruction, i opted to wallow in my sadness instead, which was only slightly less disastrous.