Lola Sense
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Poet and writer who feels everything deeply. Buy me a coffee here đź’ś
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Silk Paper and Side Eyes
There’s something comforting about writing by hand. The pen doesn’t rush me. It doesn’t interrupt or expect a performance. It lets me arrive as I am—unfinished, unpolished, uncertain. I’ve been journaling for years, mostly in solitude, mostly without any clear purpose except to stay connected to myself. But recently, I turned a few entries into something I could share online. And to my surprise, it felt good. Like I had taken something deeply personal and held it out in my palm—not to be admired but just to say, this is real.
By Lola Sense9 months ago in Confessions
Between Smecta and a Portrait of Him
I’ve had diarrhea for four days. That’s where this starts. I thought it was over, so I pushed my luck—three coffees in one day, comfort food like I hadn’t tasted in weeks. But no, it wasn’t over. My body reminded me the way it always does when I try to sprint through fatigue, or emotions, or limits I pretend I don’t have.
By Lola Sense9 months ago in Confessions
Musings on Friendship
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about friendships, relationships, and how they all fit into my life—how I show up in the world, the amount of energy I should invest in each friendship, what I’m getting from each one... and I can't say I've shed much light on the subject!
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Confessions
I Cried Watching Inside Out 2
As someone who has struggled with mental health her entire life, both Inside Out 1 and 2 made me cry. In the sequel, I–like probably entire generations–related deeply to how letting anxiety run the show may seem like a good idea at first but can quickly spiral into panic attacks.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Psyche
Impressions from Watching Wicked Little Letters
When I was about seven, I wrote down all the curse words I knew on little pieces of paper and carried them with me in my tiny purse. I’d pull them out and share them with my friends, and we’d laugh hysterically. We knew it was forbidden to say them, which made it all the more thrilling.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Viva
Weekly Rituals
Every Saturday at 11 a.m. sharp, I dress in my sexiest lingerie and outfit to meet my three best friends for our weekly date. I have a proclivity and need to get off every Saturday with one of my friends. Each week, we randomly choose our partners, but to be honest, my favorite is Marissa.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Filthy
My Favorite Poems on Vocal This Month
I love reading poetry and wanted to share some recent gems I found on Vocal! I believe it's important to uplift other writers, especially when their work resonates with us. Each of the poems below made it onto this list because it made me feel something. If you enjoy them, don't hesitate to clap and comment to support these talented authors.
By Lola Senseabout a year ago in Poets
Polluted Mosaic
I wrote the poem below during Week 4 of The Artist's Way, Julia Cameron's famous book and course for unlocking creativity. During this week, there's an exercise called Reading Deprivation, where you're supposed to minimize input by avoiding reading, watching TV, listening to audiobooks/podcasts, etc.
By Lola Sense2 years ago in Poets
Teacher Punishes Me For Not Doing My Homework
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ and consenting. My innocent little pussy was quivering with delight when Teacher brought her sensuous lips up close and blowed on it gently. I had screwed up my homework and was now paying the sweetest price for it.
By Lola Sense3 years ago in Filthy
