Person

Waiting for a Disaster

I have a friend who would want to do anything else in the universe than go home to her mom’s.  In broad strokes, it has gotten to the point that she wishes that she wasn’t born as her mother’s daughter. She tells me (and a couple others – we have a group chat) countless stories of what her mom does that makes her feel like a failure, like she’s trapped in a corner.

As her friend, that breaks my heart. As someone who has seen her grow into a brilliant young woman despite all odds, to see her go through this makes me angry in a way that I don’t entirely know how to express.

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Art, Person, Places

Life Update: Oh my lord, she’s alive!

Hello again, you wonderful weirdos. You didn’t think I’d be back? Well, to be fair, neither did I. I’ve been gone for a while and by now, I assume that you know that I’m no good at keeping a consistent posting schedule.

So, in true Eri fashion, I’m here to give you a life update. It’s been quite the break and I’ve got some stories to tell.

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Things

On Fandoms, Merch, and Money

Money: whether or not we think it’s relevant, in a Capitalist modern society, money is important. It’s what (currently) makes the world go round and what we use to accomplish many a task.

Being a fangirl of many things, along with spending a whole day on YouTube and some moments of reflection, I decided to make a vlog about the relationship between supporting your faves and being financially stable.

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Person, Writing

Honesty, a poem from “The Secret Life of Ordinary Things”

“Uhh, what’s with the title? What’s “The Secret Life of Ordinary Things”?”

So I don’t know if you know but in case you didn’t know, I’m trying to write a book. Currently, the working title is “The Secret Life of Ordinary Things”. It’s a compilation of my writings about my life: the mundane, everyday-ness of life from my somewhat introspective perspective.

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