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my old journal got too cluttered with the debris of three years’ worth of insincere entries and transient friendships, so i’ve made a new one. it’s mostly for myself—i want to have a place where i can write without censoring myself due to complicities of relationships—but also for a select few. all entries containing sensitive material will be locked to varying degrees.


this journal will be a more accurate representation of my thoughts than my old journal was. i have neglected my natural affinity with the word my entire life. i will presently amend that, for i now know enough of beauty and its obscurities to transcribe them, however inadequately. incidentally, i will not be using any capitalisation, as it is not aesthetically-pleasing. also, not every entry will be a joke. much more stream-of-consciousness. articulation is an avenue to the culdesac of the kingdom.



‘plura’ is short for anna livia plurabelle, and my name is k. h. snyder. i go to simon’s rock college of bard and chances are that i am more phosphorescent than you.


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