Congratulate me, I’m still doing my daily doodling practice, yay!

I'm doing Inktober my own way. These are the first ten days of October, from five-minute doodles to all-day mixed media paintings, made in a Midori square notebook.

My desk, my rules.

The restlessness has struck again and fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), Squarespace doesn’t really make it easy for you to completely redo your site.

She’s nineteen when he gives her the first yellow rose. He’s 21, uncertain, hesitant.

“An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break.”

-Ancient Chinese Proverb

I saw this post on Threads asking people to share their random sensory quirks and, as with the others who shared their neurospiciness there, I realized I have more quirks than I thought I had. So, since I’m already thinking about what these are, here’s a quirky listicle of the things that drive me crazy (are listicles even still a thing? Whatevs.)

Glimmers are micro-moments of regulation that foster feelings of well-being.

She thought that at this age, the questions would no longer keep her up at night.

I’ve already established that cooking, for me, is pure experimentation, which is why I can never cook the same thing twice.

Hello, and welcome to my newly revamped blog! I don’t even know why I’m doing this but I’m enjoying myself and that is reason enough.

“I’m kurutuy-kutuying,” he says, getting up from his desk after nearly three hours of work.

It’s 9:30 am and she’s barely awake. Perimenopausal insomnia is its own kind of hell, even for someone who’s always been a night owl. Sleep is elusive and five hours have been her average for weeks.

A message from R, on his last day in Pangasinan