Category Archives: The Internet is My Boyfriend

Medium

You know how I don’t write much here anymore, to the point where I honestly just struggled over whether to type “write” or “right,” and that’s something I’ve never done, not even when I was first learning how to put … Continue reading

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Talking Shit, Tweeting Names

Guys. I want to talk to you about Twitter. I want to talk to you about it because despite Twitter being around for 9 years and being a major news and media content generator, not to mention the source of … Continue reading

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shut up

As I mentioned before, I’m not writing much these days. I’m just tired, is all, and a little down in the dumps, and I can’t think of anything to say that doesn’t involve either food or taking the bus. I … Continue reading

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Silence Will Fall

I’m not really writing anymore. I mean, I am writing, I’m just not writing anything that gets posted here. Half of what I write for here gets deleted on purpose before I ever complete the editing process, and half of … Continue reading

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Because If Anyone Knows a Word for Misery it’s the Germans

All the things I want to write, and all I can think about is what to pack next. That’s the thing about moving, and about me in general. I tend to get very absorbed in projects, to the point where … Continue reading

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Trigger Happy

Recently over on Tumblr, I received a message from someone who asked why I didn’t post trigger warnings on certain posts. It was sent anonymously, of course. They weren’t being fully shitty, but they weren’t really asking me, either. They … Continue reading

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I’d Shame the Kid But I Won’t

Part of the benefit of living far away from your family is that you’re not required to spend hours at anyone’s house for holidays, or stay longer than you want to after dinner, or even use your only vacation days … Continue reading

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