My parents hissed, howled, gnashed their teeth at me in order to prepare me for “the real world” […]
Chicago. I lost myself here. I found myself here. And now I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.
2018 was a great year for personal growth, the highlight being finally prioritizing my mental health and starting […]
It’s an odd thing to feel as if you’re a good friend and not see it reciprocated. Partly […]
I feel home where they are
I have lost a lot of friends in my short twenty three years. I’ve detached myself from a […]
When I was a little girl I wanted to be the princess who was chased with a fancy […]
At 25, I realize my father hasn’t met anyone of significance in my life, just these constant fictitious characters in the stories that helped me feel American.
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?