kind of about autism, mostly just about me being the way i am.
kind of about autism, mostly just about me being the way i am.
how do i reach out and grab it? to begin with, how do i find what im looking for? im told it resides in plain sight, that i already have it, that i just have to see it for it to be there, but maybe im blind. so without sight i dive back into what’s comfortable—light, blood and guts and love, dirt, mycelium and moss, obsession, consumption—i don't branch out, why would i do that? i know what works.
im so sick of it. im tired of myself. im tired of it all. maybe im a fraud, maybe i’ve never known writing. im a six trick pony, i’ve done what i need to do and now i’ve got nothing left.
so what now? now i have to complain about it? that’s my next performance, my next skill? self loathing? we’ve all had enough of that, there's no need for another—and yet here we are.
pick up a writing prompt.
The Confusing Whirlwind of Richard Siken’s Crush
I first discovered Richard Siken through surfing the internet, collecting little clips of his poems, and storing them in Pinterest boards or blog posts. I fell in love with his queerity, his erraticism, his gritty theming that somehow manages to be simultaneously tender at certain points, though almost never tender on its own. I decided to pick up Crush because it was the collection of his that I was most familiar with, the one that most of the clips I've read had been from. I don't believe that beforehand I had ever read one of his poems in full, though I'm sure there's an exception to that rule that I'm unaware of. Crush is also the first book of poetry I've read in full, and while I do think I could have jumped into it with something a little more digestible, I am happy with my pick and I did quite enjoy the majority of the collection. There's bound to be a few bumps in the road, but not everyone can create something objectively amazing on a constant basis.
A love poem from one cowboy to another.
Just read this. New favorite poem.
New layout—just plaintext instead of a screenshot.
At the time of writing it is 9:34pm, I have Hejira by Joni Mitchell spinning on my turntable and I’m slamming my head against the wall trying to write something profound.
At the time of writing it is 10:11pm on the first Monday night of my junior year in high school and the weight is slowly beginning to grace my shoulders, however I know I'll continue to stay afloat.
At the time of writing it is 9:05pm and tomorrow I am a junior. There lies an exorbitant amount of pressure on my shoulders that I have yet to feel the effects of but I will oh so soon.
i’m on a Massive Attack kick currently and made a playlist with them as sort of the main artist. take a listen if interested!!!!!!!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2XT7TQtmDxM8R3SlAQZaAc?si=u81eqeFeREuuUsY4dCakSQ&pi=_xOfjMCxRrqXr
My (dis)organized thoughts on Jeff Buckley, It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley, and the ways Buckley, both as an artist and a person, has impacted my life.
new playlist i made that i really enjoy......perhaps one of my best.......very good mashing of genres..........
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3sVlawspDOAuiF4znZHbar?si=a667IjVsQ-OxjS2dEwoQPw&pi=4UVoc3pTSqCuw
Deltarune screenshots from chapters 3-4, taken by me during my first playthrough.↓↓
the last one is my favorite.my most recent piece, written today. :)
writing from sometime in March.
Ronnie art………..♡ drawn 7/7/25