HeyJaredAccident Prone
Notes on being slowly consumed by love, literature and loneliness.
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Sue me I wanna be wanted (opens the original)
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It is not a crime to be wanted, although many people will convince you it is. With the subjects of my analysis I don’t really care to judge them based on a moral barometer, but rather through the lens of mythology. Self mythology, to be exact, and how it often looks askew in the eyes of anyone else but the person who’s painstakingly built the world.<a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@buymeaslushi
LFW SS27 is ushering in new, undeniable talent. (opens the original)
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Storytelling was alive and well at this London Fashion Week. Tucked away in the courtyard of the Strand’s Surrey St entrance were some of the most interesting and evocative works I had the pleasure of seeing in person. From The Ouze, showcasing a stellar collection of jewellery alongside wax still life sculptures, to Yaku tracing personal legacies through the eighth chapter of his eponymous brand, there was hardly a shortage of talent in every room I was in.The allure of fashion week is hard to
Amidst the heat, I think of you the most. (opens the original)
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Warm and sticky summers are the kind I hate the most. The swath of heat, cocooning me in such a way that I find it hard to breathe in and fill my lungs with anything more refreshing than a swampy, stale gust of wind. Summer has always found me resistant to its charms, particularly because I have never been the right size for it. Because there is a size for it, you see. Something small, something malleable and lithe enough to float around. What I am is rigid and self-lacerating, unable to appreci
Omelas and the blind comforts of ignorance. (opens the original)
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Sometimes, when the weight of online discourse has sufficiently pressurised me, I wish I could cut out my brain and eat it.I wish I could take the thumping mass in my chest and crush it. I wish I could stop trying to challenge myself. I wish I could ignore microaggressions, brush past strange but isolated incidents that inevitably culminate in patterns of systemic behaviour, but I can’t. I am not the one who trained myself to do this. I don’t have the privilege of being gullible. Whilst I active
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