Ariana GonBon
Bio
27yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men. Follow me @arte.con.ariana, all tips will go to @openyrpurse, both on Instagram.
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Stories (43/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
Stacked Up ReasonsTop Story - April 2024
Somehow she kept finding excuses not to leave. She excavated them from her underwear drawer, blew dust bunnies off them from underneath the bed. She found them at the bottom of her tea mugs, even borrowing the maintenance mans’ ladder to reach the forbidden depths of the highest kitchen shelves.
By Ariana GonBon2 months ago in Fiction
A Hater’s Guide To Netflix's Bridgerton Stories
Controversial opinion: Bridgerton is not worth watching, nor worth reading. I am almost certain that I have never purposefully watched Bridgerton, or if I have, then it was trying to understand pop culture, and I have blocked it out. I know I've seen the majority of the first season, all of the second, and just started the third.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Geeks
Our Universe Condensed
I believe there are things we are not meant to know Like what is at the bottom of the ocean Or inside the largest black hole the smallest quark hiding away it's charms and stranges Instead we do not know the extent of our mistakes in curiosity That some of us stumble into Like when time abandoned me For when I looked in your eyes Our universe condensed To the points where we danced in a living room we shared And I kissed your head everytime I passed you And I resented you when I didn't have energy to sit with you anymore And we waited years to be together Without touching for months Kronos laughing at us For our illusion of forever And to the points where we would no longer be together And I saw my own death With you holding my hand Or a passing thought in your head Until time returned to instill the illusion again In the moment For me to make a decisión To sit next to you And look forward to what we will win and lose In meaning And time
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Poets
Deserted
I am no longer worried about people knowing where I am. It doesn’t matter. They can see me when I come back. They can spend their days with no thoughts of me, until a story with me wanders past, and they say “I’ve been thinking about her, I wonder what she’s up to now? I hope she’s happy,” or sad, or disappointing, or whatever they think of me. To those fleeting thoughts, I say, “I’m not happy, or sad, or disappointing, but I am alone.”
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Fiction
Xismosa Xit
I started a newsletter. Well, first, I quit my job. Five months later - after and while trying to be an audiobook narrator, an independent college counselor, a digital concierge, and applying for food assistance and many jobs - I had the audacity to start a newsletter.
By Ariana GonBon2 years ago in Humans