all about getting a beer this month, all about going outside, all about tofu, all about meal prep, all about snail mail, all about doing my pushups, all about return 🪐😵💫💘, all about slow transformation, all about love !!!!
collage language an excerpt from “poem for my love” by june jordan
month of deep feelings, distance, family, grief, love, reflection, reconnection. & also being extremely stressed out! getting rly into turnips!! & spending so much time outside!!! genuinely so grateful for those who have cared for and held me this month you mean the world 2 me xx
I first met my 할아버지 when I was twenty. Before that, he didn’t know I existed. But he loved me almost immediately with fierceness, ease, and joy. His love, amongst the chaos of my life, was simple and unconditional when I most needed it to be. And, as all loves do, grew deeper and more complicated the longer I knew him.
I am so grateful for our time together, climbing mountains, drinking beer and soju, throwing a baseball around, snapping photo after photo, singing oldies and trot in his car. He threw himself into my world unabashedly, befriending the owner of the adoptee guesthouse I lived in, picking up my American friend to sing karaoke and get drunk with, diligently learning English to read my poetry.
From him, I inherited my stubbornness, my playfulness, and my sentimentality. He was the first person I could look at and trace the lineage between us.
I am so grateful for our time together, and I am so sad for all the time that we lost.
i ate so much lettuce in august despite it poisoning me and that’s on summer baby!!!! also this month i dreamed more than ever before, here’s a few of the ones i remember:
