Shameless bit of self promo for my own substack ahead. I've been working on this post since rewatching Call Me By Your Name the other month. I've been revisiting my old Instagram posts from back in 2012 to collect memories for this personal essay about how suburban summer has always made me feel weird and sad but ultimately it is my favourite time of year
shameless self-promo for my first substack post after literally rotting for a year....
it isn't the greatest but at least i finally ripped the band-aid off...
reflections on headphones on, the overwhelming restraint and fear of being sad and just stream of consciousness vulnerability...
I’m so sorry if it is, please don't yell at me. I just want your 0.02. But i wrote something about the hot/sad phenomena taking over gods internet here:
https://open.substack.com/pub/midwesthetic/p/is-everyone-hot-and-sad?r=1gfvvc&utm_medium=ios
i made strawberry shortcakes and three kinds of iced teas (ginger peach green tea, lemon black tea, and ginger hibiscus rooibos), and my roommate made bruschetta! then we played Rummy and 9-card Golf for like four hours. i’m so sleepy and content :)