Where My Thoughts Age Like Fermented Grief
“The past is not dead. It’s just filed under drafts/in progress/yet to be completed/wtf is this/unknown??” -K, Probably
Welcome to The Wine Cellar, where every post I have written still lingers in the air like old perfume & new wounds.
This is where the grief breathes, the essays age, & the words wait for whoever needs them next.
Some of these pieces are polished. Some were written at 2 a.m. with mascara tracks & a cold coffee nearby.
All of them are honest.
If you can read between the lines, you will see the deep vulnerability + humility as well.
Take a bottle, a seat, & know that the Swiffer Trap & Lock can truly only do sooo much.
Xoxo ♡
How To Find What You Need
By Month + Year
Use the list below to jump to any month. It is like walking through the shelves in a cellar, one season at a time.
By Post Titles
Scroll the posts section to browse everything that has poured out of my brain already.
By Category
If you have a particular topic you would prefer to focus on, click on a Category & it shows you the relevant posts under it.
