Thoughts on a Sunday.

Thoughts on a Sunday.

Night Vale just gets me.

Night Vale just gets me.

Cheers, Melancholy! : Symptoms of an undiagnosed artist

This is a pretty rough edit of some raw material that I actually started on this blog as a piece of prose. Somehow I can never avoid the instinct to write to a metrical rhythm structure. Next order of business is to find this guy a beat!

Tonight I raise my glass to destruction and decay;

To the ugly parts of life that rising whiskey tides cannot wash away;

to the deep thinkers and tortured souls;

the bright-eyed insomniacs and the optimistically depressed;

to those with bodies atrophied from floating in the shallow end

searching for answers to lifes big questions

cause in the modern era, we could all use an explanation

and a little rest.

To the desensitized, who readily co-sign their inability to relate,

but won’t hesitate to give an exact measurement of their distaste,

now, once more kid, this time with a little more angst!

There, now I believe you.

Tonight I toast to the beauty in the breakdown,

epitaphs, apologies and misdiagnoses

the thriving black sheep population

who find sustenance in the thorniest of desert roses.

To unwanted attention and circumvented opportunity,

to the victims of poor timing and passive immunity;

to the benefactors of ideals that time and age have given

only to take away when you need them most

to closed doors and pad-locked hearts

to empty coasters, ash trays and overnight parked cars,

to unrecognizable patterns and anonymous narratives.

To those who know they were born to die

but won’t submit before they find a way to live

Tonight I toast to the ominous nature of silent interludes

and the brightness such scarce moments can bring

if you’re willing to listen.

To those with something to prove

And little to nothing to lose

Tonight I raise my glass and drink to the symptoms of our youth.


Welcome to night vale
live show in Tempe! everything I hoped, dreamed, feared and longed for.

Welcome to night vale
live show in Tempe! everything I hoped, dreamed, feared and longed for.


kids books, reimagined for 20-somethings

This just made my day.


i can be bad if i want
i can do wrong if i want
I can live fast if i want
i can go slow all night long

Normally I have a strong distaste for just about everything on television, but I’m.Obsessed.With.Scandal.

I got accepted into Hamline University School of Law with a Deans Scholarship!! Im looking to connect with current or other incoming students since I’ll be the new kid in town!!

Girl Crush Forever. #Dessa #poet #hiphop #minnesota

Last night got mad real at the Triple Rock. Lazerbeak, Lava Bangers, Lizzo and POS were an amazing finale to this desert dwellers trip to the land of ice and snow. who knew it was possible to sweat in negative temperatures!? All about that No Kings and skeleton keys life.

Stevie Nicks was the first woman I ever heard say she had chosen not to have children because she cared more about her career. The first that ever warned me men might not like it if there are things more important to me than they are. The first that ever said that that was fine: sometimes, you have to leave them behind. Wherever she goes, she surrounds herself with girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “There is never - ever - a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks. In her songs, even when she’s talking about how she has to change, she proclaims her power, her ability, her worth. She is a queen, she is a witch, she is a dragon, she is in control. She isn’t polite. She’s competitive. She’s bossy. She claimed all the things the men around her claimed — she spent as much money as they spent, had as much sex as they had, was as reckless as they were, stood at the front of the same stage — and never questioned that that was her right. The world tells us women are there for men, but despite all the boyfriends and the jokes about how she’s so easy and the sex-symbol status, she isn’t there for men at all. She does it without ever giving in to the men that dismiss her. She’s emotional. She’s dramatic. She raises her voice as much as she can. She thinks she’s pretty, she thinks she’s a star, and when her fans crowd up to the edge of the stage, crazy, she welcomes them, with open arms. She revels in it. She’s too much of a girl for you? She revels in it.