I have lost a lot of friends in my short twenty three years. I’ve detached myself from a […]
I never learned how to process trauma as a kid. When something bad happened I got sad, maybe […]
I spend most of my time staring into other people’s windows. I imagine better versions of myself living […]
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.
What if I told you the New Year isn’t necessary to make a resolution? You can put ink […]
When I hit the pavement, I feel like I’m flying. It’s the one time of the day that I feel the most like myself.
If these walls could talk what would they say?
I’ve never been a very confident person. Not as a child or a teenager. And now as a […]
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?