Marginalia

writing from what I know in the deepest part of my cells. essays and short stories on intimacy and tenderness, becoming and unbecoming. and somehow there's still time to lay in a field of grass and let the sun kiss your skin.

By adia sinead ✨

· Launched 2 years ago

A lyrical reflection on grief, memory, and the stories we tell ourselves. Content warning for grief, abortion and loss.

Jun 15•adia sinead ✨

on becoming and unbecoming

How do I orient myself in a world like this?

Jun 8•adia sinead ✨

I did not sign up for this level of internal renovation. A reflection on losing certainty, questioning everything I thought I was building, and learning…

May 13•adia sinead ✨

It is a practice, not a feeling. A journal prompt guide for clarity and self-connection.

May 6•adia sinead ✨

on self-authorship and rebuilding your own values

Apr 1•adia sinead ✨

on intimacy and tenderness

a study in undefined closeness

May 4•adia sinead ✨

There is something keeping me in this flux of living, making those gray and black parts of myself surface from time to time even though I don’t want…

Apr 15•adia sinead ✨

the story I tell myself when friendships change, and why I try to close the distance to become easier to love

Apr 10•adia sinead ✨

Saying that feels like standing at the edge of a cliff.

Mar 7•adia sinead ✨