thoughts and thinkings of a woman navigating her twenties

occasional diary entries. sometimes in the form of handwritten notes. some extra words posted in between.

Month: September 2025

  • Dear Digital Diary, Last week I was standing over the Grand Canyon.  The rocks were painted red like bricks, but there was nothing artificial about the miles and miles of peaks and valleys and pure canyon. I could barely see the trees that sprinkled the earth below, but I could see a hazy green. Someone next to me — who’d smartly brought binoculars…

  • Dear Digital Diary, this is what I wrote on October 14, 2023. “I think it’s funny that you think your mind will grow as you do, but it doesn’t. I’m chronically seventeen. And I still feel as I did when I first started writing in journals just after I turned eleven. The thing is that…

  • Dear Digital Diary, I can’t keep having the same conversations.  I’m really good at buying plants and planting them and watching them for a little while, but come the colder months, I tend to pay less attention.  The plants, if pertaining to my life, are the friends I collect. I’m great at finding them, maintaining them for a little while, but when I find that,…