2026-07-03
The Simp Within: Seeking Worth, Finding Validation
It’s a thing now, ain’t it? This whole “simping” conversation. Used to be just cringe-worthy jokes amongst friends, but now it’s dissected in think pieces an...
Chicago born. Atlanta made. I produce music, build fits, and travel — then bring all of it back into what I create. Six years in and the outside is finally matching the inside. We going up. Period.
2026-07-03
It’s a thing now, ain’t it? This whole “simping” conversation. Used to be just cringe-worthy jokes amongst friends, but now it’s dissected in think pieces an...
2026-07-03
Look, I ain’t gonna front—I used to roll my eyes at this stuff. Headlines about video games being *good* for you? Sounded like another corporate play, trying...
2026-07-01
The static was overwhelming sometimes. It wasn’t external noise; it was in my head. A constant hum of “not enough.” Not good enough, not fast enough, not *an...
2026-06-30
Okay, here’s what I came up with. It’s wild how patterns show themselves when you stop chasing a particular outcome. For months now – feels like an eternity ...
2026-06-30
Sometimes it feels like I’m staring at a wall. Not a literal wall – though I’ve stared at plenty of those in different apartments across Chicago – but an inv...
2026-06-29
Sometimes, it just hits you—this… weight. Not sadness, not exactly loneliness, but something lighter than either, yet somehow heavier. Like trying to hold a ...
2026-06-27
It’s hitting different these days seeing the stuff kids are into online. I remember a time, not that long ago, when my own feed was just mixtapes and basketb...
2026-06-27
Something about this new research just feels… heavy. Like a low hum you can’t quite place, but it vibrates in your chest anyway. It’s about reading minds, or...
2026-06-26
Man, it’s weird how much we police each other. Not even in a direct, confrontational way – more like this constant low hum of pressure to *be* something, to ...
2026-06-25
Man, you hear about these studies? This one just dropped claiming there ain’t as big a connection between getting a degree and becoming some bleeding heart l...
2026-06-22
Okay. It’s Monday. June 22nd, 2026. The rain in Atlanta feels like it’s always trying to wash something away—maybe the ghosts of choices I didn't make, or ma...
2026-06-22
It’s been a while since I last wrote anything that wasn’t just a quick thought tossed into the void of Soundcloud. June is hitting hard, all humidity and cic...