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WILD20S - a series of tweets that are not wild

I'm in peace with the fact that I'm physically and emotionally incapable of being as wild as I'd like to be, so I started tweeting in the hashtag #wild20s the past couple of years all the non-wild things I've been doing. Here are my favorites.


i just advance searched your @’s to me to make a zine.

i just flinched because i made my hand squish *me* via shadow made from my phone's light.

i'm having skittles for breakfast.

if you want to hangout, meet me at the wathba prison.

earl grey tea & emotional auditions in shows i'll never understand.

my too awake VNs are as awful as my half asleep ones.

i secretly want the fly & the mosquito in my room to smooch whilst tracking out mcdonalds delivery.

honey butter biscuits, chai & major life choices.

that odd state of being hungry, sleepy, sad, & angry all mushed together. i'll just drink water & hope it fades.

can’t wait to tell my doctor that i had cold instant ramen at 12:12 am whilst watching the office in my neon pink wig.

lil joys: cheese on toast and chai.

seriously just want to go home, have sushi while playing uncharted.

first thing i look up to when i wake up is sleeping again.

so in SOMA i had to help a woman die so i can get power to move my shuttle and i started crying.

i watched the office's garage sale episode and i'm not ok but i'm also ok a lot

no offense but with every fucking rejection, i'm learning something completely new. next rejection, adobe illustrator.

productive for one day of the month & sleeping for the rest.

sometimes a good day is all about finding the shade of lipstick you’ve been imagining for quite some time.

earl grey and frustration. miley, whats good.

took some sleeping pills & rewatching the office.

drove a friend to the mall to get an xbox game & i'm wearing a jalabiya, praying scarf, zero make up & almost zero petrol.

i just bought lipstick instead of cleaning my desk.

adding more heaviness to my heart by reading pessoa because what's the point anymore. this is our reality.

a doctor saw a form i filled out and said nice handwriting.

i'm supposed to be working but my desk is a mess i can't deal with so i'll nap instead.

feeling: waking up to zaatar manaqeesh and coffee.

drinking redbull and watching people see color for the first time.

i’ve also been watching people make ramen for the past 3 hours.

I know I would never kill myself but I'm just so ready to not be alive anymore, yaknow.



me shrinking when my mother/friends introduce me as an artist to new humans.


mama's face when she tells people i'm smarter than i look, then me doing a jim-face thing to the camera.


baba's face when he tells people i write poetry and me shaking my head and mumbling, "they're just tweets".


my lil tall whale brother next to me in public, then the camera zooms in to my face crying because he used to be so cute and tiny. now he has facial hair.


my lil sister's face when i put the modem's wire around my wrist and say, "wire couture" in my "sexy voice".


jadu's (grandpa) face when he tries to remember.
sequel: jadu's face when he gives up truing to remember.
finale: jadu's face when he sees puppies