Here's a toast to the living on the blonde side. Documenting the mild narcissism and nighttime wisdom of a little wise guy living on nine lives. Selected essays and fiction.
Timea is a fiction writer, critic, and social researcher. She completed her doctorate in Social Policy at the University of Oxford in 2021. She currently resides in Belgrade, Serbia.
"I have tried to be honest and smart, too"
"Your sentence will be served! Ain’t you read these sentences I just served?"
"I have stopped believing that loving you any longer or any harder will help you become the man that I need you to be."
"It's time to get out the house. Trust me, you'll feel much, much better."
"For the first time in a long time, I come home drunk."
"Stupid motherfucker! You're laconic, platonic, prosaic, and yet none of those things."
"Two young people, 29 and seventeen, found dead in an apartment. 29 is his little brother. "
"Blood doesn't stay fresh for long, so when Saul finds his father, the blood is brown."
"He makes me feel sixteen again, like I'm twenty men younger."
"New Year's Eve came, and it came so hard."
'"You changed my life" sounds so heavy, you'd think it was destined for caps locks.'
I have an inkling that sometimes the big, black, seemingly-indifferent cosmos aligns stars and constellations to fuck you. And when it does, it usually plunges for your weakest organ: your heart.
