reese's website

i created this website to serve as a digital diary of sorts, a personal archive that might read like a case study in neurosis. but it’s undeniably my own: an ode to curiosity, overthinking, and the art of oversharing. i’ve always been drawn to the idea of blogging. the strange, sanctuary-like quality that a personally-owned website can take on. i’ve also spent a lot of time on the outside looking in, and sure, it’s probably not that serious. but i’ve never been normal about anything ever, and this is no exception!!!

where do i even start? i think it began this morning while making breakfast. i opened the fridge to what was practically a void: some carrots, cream cheese, a sad little container of avocado spread (wildly overpriced, but it saves me the grueling five minutes of slicing and mashing) and a carton of egg whites. lately, i’ve been making it a point to exercise my creativity in small ways, whether that’s taking a different approach to journaling or finally starting this blog. back to breakfast—i took what little i had and made something decent for myself. i won’t go into too much detail because, honestly, to any normal person it would probably register as slop. but it tasted good to me, and most days, that’s enough.

this breakfast-induced creative spark followed me through the day into my ever-inconsistent journaling practice. i saw a tiktok—”remedies for a creative slump”—and one of the prompts said to grab a random book, flip to a random page, and start writing with the first sentence you land on. so i did. the first book in reach: play it as it lays by joan didion (of course). i used it as a creative nudge to explore my psyche through storytelling. it felt fresh. it felt new. it felt exciting. as awful as it sounds, and it is, i have a hard time empathizing with myself. i love journaling and i try to do it most days, but this block has a tendency to creep in and shut me out of my own brain. taking this different approach let me circle around my personal dilemmas in a way that felt more real, more human… more okay, even? i’m not entirely sure what i’m getting at here, or if this is even a healthy way to work through it, but it feels like a step in the right direction.

all of this to say that this blog started with a shitty breakfast spread and a tiktok slideshow. a humble origin story, but a start nonetheless. as i wrote in my journal: “this is where i find little pockets of fulfillment and a desire to persist.” and like i mentioned earlier, i’ve never been normal about anything. you’ve probably picked up on that by now. i have a habit of turning everything into full-blown emotional arcs, and i’m almost always the friend after a drunk night out saying, “guys… i really needed this.” but that instinct to feel everything all at once is also what drives me to write, to make things, to share little pieces of myself (even when it’s imperfect). you could even call it part of my charm.

ok signing off now.

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WEEKLY R.E.P.O.R.T

reading so sad today by melissa broder. i tore through this collection of nonfiction essays in one sitting. is it the most beautiful prose? no. but i couldn’t put it down. insufferable in all the best and worst ways.

eating way too many tomatoes and probably not enough protein.

playing don’t hang up your dancing shoes by lain matthews. seventies country is my favorite country, and this song? pure joy. makes me feel sexy in a weird way.

obsessing websites, personal blogs, the ordinary lives of internet people.

recommending watching a bad movie every now and then.

treating gas mileage every other weekend, driving 2.5 hours to be with my boyfriend.