I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and multiple…
I was born with ten fingers and ten toes and a stubbornness that will never die. I was born with a tiny beige birthmark on my leg that I hated immensely until I learned to love myself. I was born with a name that people struggle to make catchy nicknames out of. I was born…
I remember the hydrangea bush in the backyard, a source for many pretend-wedding bouquets. I remember the sleeve of stale saltines. I remember choking on irony and tragedy as the vet told me she’d finally feel relief right before she died. I remember the ungodly amounts of scotch tape my grandmother used to adhere red…
I only have five rules. The rule of thumb: I refuse to be diminished, destroyed, or derailed by men. The rule of forefinger: I am my own number one. The rule of middle finger: fuck apologizing for things I’m not sorry for. The rule of ring finger: I am more than the ring that may…
The hourglass: the ultimate symbol of time.
Today is my 19th birthday. Every year I feel like I’ve been that age FOREVER and it’s weird to finally become another year older, since I constantly feel older than my birthdate indicates. But here I am. 19. It’s been a hard year. Let’s just say it was a lot easier to come up with…
I am from suburbia where the PTAs are a little too involved where people are dangerously unconcerned about crime where not playing soccer somehow made me inferior where kids have never even seen the inside of a city bus I am from eating Indian curry and Thai stir-fry instead of hamburgers and spaghetti and…
Your search history says a lot about you: your interest (or lack thereof) in current events, your medical symptoms, your Facebook stalking habits. It makes sense that our search histories match our interests, since the Internet is where most people turn for information. So what do your open tabs tell you? They represent the two extremes…
In my ideal world… My water bottle Would always be icy cold And so refreshing. It simply tastes best that way. A small, significant change. In my ideal world… We wouldn’t shake hands. We’d clench our fists and gently Touch them together. No more sweaty, dead fish hands. Greetings would be casual. Casual clothes,…
I remember weekly poker nights that lasted long into the night, fueled by sparkling cider and laughter. I remember how unashamedly I lay my head down and power napped in the library before starting the essay that seemed impossible. I remember choking on irony and tragedy as the vet told me she’d finally feel relief…
Victim to Charm 