just jaime

Old superstitions are one of my favourite things about old things.

Walking in the rain may seem like a nuisance to some, but not to me.

I am very tired.

A ramble-poem about control or the lackthereof. 

2021 is fast-approaching. New Year, new me? Probably not.

I wrote this earlier this year after hearing, "My love has never known reciprocity," over and over again in my head (it still rings true).

A message to my younger self.

 Do you ever feel like you're moving forward but still keeping an eye on the rearview mirror?

I dream of the day where I have a place of my own. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. But boy, oh boy, am I ready to decorate my home the way I want to decorate it.  I am ready to get the groceries every week and buy myself flowers (and yes, I realise there's nothing stopping me from doing that but since the pandemic started, I very rarely go to the store because we are limiting how many people leave the house). I am ready to pay the bills and feel like an actual adult.  I am ready to go to thrift stores and pick out cute furniture and decorations. I am ready to paint and refurb objects and spaces.  I am ready to go to the gardening centre and load up on plants so that my home is full of greenery and life. I am ready for my home to look like my Pinterest board. I will say, though, that I have never done well on my own. So I am gonna need a roommate. And maybe a pet. (Definitely a pet).  I can't wait to live with a friend or two. I'm sure at some point we'll get ...

Dude, I love therapy.

Young people get a bad rep for being lazy or entitled.

And yet, I write poetry.

when i say i just wanted to make you happy i mean i would’ve given you the whole world if you asked for it. i mean i would’ve moved mountains and crossed oceans for you. i mean i would’ve jumped in front of a bullet or a speeding car if it meant keeping you safe. i mean i would’ve dropped everything if you called me and said you needed me. i mean i would’ve picked up milk if you said you were out and brought you a pie, just in case. i mean i would’ve travelled the world and taken risks and done things i never thought i could do. i mean i would've loved you wholly with all of my heart and soul. and i would’ve been happy doing those things if it meant you were happy too. this one was for you. river run - andy kong  

 Christmas is my absolute favourite holiday.

 Who is Alex Trebek?

As a moderately White-passing BIPOC, identity is weird.

 Some days are better than others.

 I try not to put too much stock into "signs."

 I am so used to doing things for other people that I've forgotten to do things for myself.

I am a twenty-something-year-old with grandma vibes.

I have always loved the stars.

 It's a good thing I go through writing spurts.

We watched Willy Wonka. 

 Ah, the things I want to do before I kick the bucket.

 I am not Bob Ross. I don't even use acrylic paints.

 I am what people call the "mom friend."

This is not a post about cooking.

Who or what gets to determine what we deserve? 

You know those nights where you wake up in the middle of the night? That's basically my life.

 I would like to be loved, please.