Who handcrafted the word love?Who was the genius and the evil mastermind who defined that little, big, four-letter, disgustingly, horrifically beautiful, tone-deaf word? It’s tiny and small, yet carries the weight of a thousand minuscule details and nonverbals that can only be photographed in supercut moments. Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.Deep: Extending far down from the … Continue reading Who handcrafted love?
Author: Bubbly Eddie
Over and Under
So, I had my second therapy session a couple of days ago, and let’s just say I don’t love how quickly I’ve gotten close to my therapist. We talked about my dad — how I never got a birthday call, text, or social media post from him. Does it hurt that I didn’t? Well, yes. … Continue reading Over and Under
Floating Head
On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
My Father Gets Married Today
He's getting married while I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving every age between six and thirty. He's getting married while I'm over here drinking a warm, bitter cup of resentment - spiced with cinnamon- poison sugar and topped with traumatized whipped cream. Because at the end of the day, he did what he could, … Continue reading My Father Gets Married Today
Welp, here we are.
I’ve typed and erased so many sentences.I’ve typed. I’ve erased.There were even two full paragraphs — gone. What I have to say doesn’t feel like it means anything. Maybe that’s why I keep deleting it. But isn’t that what writing is sometimes? A conversation between the parts of myself that want to be seen and … Continue reading Welp, here we are.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 