lexie's blog

  • oh god oh fuck i’m a walking stereotype (i got a thinkpad)

    welp

    New pickup! A ThinkPad E15 Gen 2 that I got for free(!) from my school, and now, as the owner of both a MacBook and a ThinkPad, I am proudly(?) the quintessential transfem computer user. Oh joy.

    The machine itself is fine. I think Apple Silicon machines have completely spoiled my expectations, but I see this computer as perfectly mediocre. It is just a normal-ass Neo-spec (8GBx256GB) businessbook with a mid-tier 11th gen Intel chip. Big fuckin whoop.

    Now, what do I plan to do with it? No idea, but it’s always good to have another computer around. And another. And another. And another!

    This thing gets hot and kicks the fans on running YouTube in a web browser and Discord, who am I kidding?

  • Under the rubble

    When the aliens come and find you buried under the rubble, they’ll take your Apple Pencil (which still hasn’t biodegraded because it’s made of plastic), praise its durability, then put it in a museum exhibit that says “purpose unknown, likely some sort of pointed weapon”.

  • love-hate loving relationship

    we meet again, it’s been years
    you greet “me” with open arms and friendly face
    love in your eyes that can only see in black and white
    ere a few years you’ll see me and hate me

  • chained

    there is a strange man in my mirror.
    i hate his face, his body, his voice.
    like my shadow, he follows me,
    his pitch-black gaze meeting mine.

    i go about my days in silence;
    my shadow does the talking.
    i remain unseen, unknown, nonexistent,
    but everyone greets my shadow.

    i seek refuge at night, or in the dark alleyways.
    with no one to perceive him, my shadow fades.
    or i could stay home.
    close the curtains, cover the mirrors, cut the lights.

    at that point, he quasi-disappears.
    i do not have to see him.
    i’m free. but i’m stuck. chained to my shadow.
    his prisoner, for life.

    at times i wish to kill him and free myself,
    but my shadow needs me, and i need him.
    i am him.

    when i die, my soul will remember him
    as the thing that kept me buried alive my whole life.

    i never existed. he did.

    seen this poem before?

    you’re not crazy. if you saw this poem on a high school zine’s instagram page, it’s the same person. this website gives you all you need to know to figure out the topic of this poem!

  • i don’t know how to blog

    what is my “first post” even supposed to be? do i write a bio of myself? tell you what i’m all about? i’d imagine that portrait would be painted over time as i keep writing, but it seems obligatory, soooo…

    if you must know, i’m lexie. i’m a high school student in suburban baltimore, md with an affinity for languages, leftism, transport, and a billion and one other things. if you see one of my works in a certain high school student magazine under a different name, don’t worry, we’re the same person ;‍)‍

    more to come

lexie is a learner, a wannabe polyglot, a singer, a creator of Bullshit!, and a dreamer. read more about her in the “about” page.

Designed with WordPress
Proudly made on a Mac