memoir

Melancholia, our humble guardian, strokes our cheeks goodnight.

Jun 17 •

Lana C. Marilyn

flavors of pain

I once traveled all the way from Brooklyn to Queens to have hot candle wax poured on me for the first time by a stranger.

Jan 15 •

Lana C. Marilyn

is goal setting a form of escapism? if not, why is “now” so undesirable?

musings on the perception, anticipation, and defiance of time -- and the compulsion to domesticate it

Jan 12 •

Lana C. Marilyn

Soft Launching Your Rebrand Tonite, Queen? 👀

A Comparative Analysis of Actualizations of The Imagined Self in a Post-Girlhood Reality

Nov 5, 2024 •

Lana C. Marilyn

the ones we tell and the ones we keep

a moment of silence for the alternative futures my foremothers might’ve lived under kinder circumstances

Oct 23, 2024 •

Lana C. Marilyn

once a year, i am loved

is it your birthday?

Oct 15, 2024 •

Lana C. Marilyn

behind the times

after memory loss from years of trauma, diaries reassure me that i used to exist

Oct 1, 2024 •

Lana C. Marilyn

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