Welcome!
Welcome to my blog- this is where I record my thoughts, dreams, plans, and goings-on, whenever or if-ever I want to. I wanted to create an internet home-base to return to, much in the style of tumblr-blogging back in the day but more self-contained. I found the busyness and noise of social media too overwhelming, and got tired of constantly being sold or sold to. So I created this personal writing oasis to house whatever I want to share of myself. I’ve always been inclined to write and wanted to maintain an outlet for that practice without confining it to Instagram captions or hiding it exclusively away in journals. Welcome! Read along as I get this place started, or don’t. Either way, I’m happy you stopped by.
Hello! I’m a 27-year old woman living in Seattle, Washington. To keep it short and sweet, I’m an avid walker, reader, and writer, and I am learning how to crochet and play guitar, write a novel, begin volunteering… among other plans I have for 2025 and beyond. It’s a bit of a scary world out there right now, especially here in the States, but I’m trying to remain hopeful and keep moving forward. In one sense, the future has never been more uncertain, but in another, I have never felt more like myself than I do right now.
Here, I’ll be writing about topics ranging from current events, social issues, and politics (I do have a degree in international relations, after all), book reviews as I work through my very long TBR, to updates on my hobbies, the new music I’m listening to, and updates to my personal style- among other things.
Thanks for being here!
About Me
My most recent post:
The most human duty
Amidst the breadth of suffering we’ve seen in the last several months of this exhausting year— the destruction of Medicare, the mass layoffs of crucial federal workers, the dismantling of political alliances, harsh rollbacks on trans visibility and rights and the tearing apart of families by masked and armed ICE agents, to name just a few— I’ve seen discussions circulating around empathy: that conservatives struggle with empathy, that white guilt is actually the impulse to feel empathy, that our culture has a severe lack of empathy among certain generations and groups, etc. And it’s got me thinking about what precisely the issue is with empathy in the United States.
For me, this question has some roots: I grew up hearing “bleeding heart liberal” utilized as an epithet against the left, with the implication that their empathy was well-intentioned but ultimately illogical and ridiculous: an achilles heel that led them to make stupid decisions that would at some point result in disaster or waste. Empathy was chuckled at as childish and juvenile. An abundance of it was seen as a sign not of moral strength but as an indication of poor fitness for leadership. As it would turn out in the years to come, this was a kinder view. These days, it’s openly ridiculed and denigrated as weakness by the right. Why? The full reason is more expansive than I can cover fully now or here. But I want to offer some of my thoughts.
