Show me a perfect feminist, and I’ll show you a liar.
If I talked to you the way I talk to me, you wouldn’t want to be my friend. […]
My mother is from Brooklyn. Flatbush, to be exact. She is also a red-head. As a red-headed, freckled […]
You are a liar. I’d love to warn those who love you all about your demons, past and present. But […]
I think I knew it on Christmas. When the gift you got for me, was really a gift […]
Sometimes I write about nothing. When I’m done, I usually stare at it until I hate it. Then […]
2 AM thoughts on just how sexy anxiety is.
Here’s why you will never change my mind about birth control. Picture this: You’re sixteen years old, about […]
Dear Little Love, Today is a sad, sad day. Today, on November 9, 2016, the people have spoken. […]
I am not lonely. Alone, yes, but not lonely. Let’s get one thing straight: I’m not conceited or […]