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Category: Love

Ten Percent of My Love Lives In His Dimples

I knew I fucked up this summer when I opened and closed my eyes for the 15th time and he was still lying next to me and I had to go through the process of breaking my own heart. And I’m still crying every so often because the last bit of this feeling won’t go […]

Pacing In Circles

I have never been able to take my time with things. In gym class, I’d turn every required jog into a race so I could hurry up and sit down. When I have big ideas, I want everything done within a week and if it takes longer I’m over it. If I like someone, I’m […]

Word of the Day: Festering

Yesterday, I went into the simulation and I had time to think about in all the ways that I want to fuck my crush and all the ways he’d fuck me over. It was a wild trip filled with flashing images of his smile and his dimples and chaos and hatred and sex and disaster. […]

I Really Want To Devour This Snack

Sometimes traveling is something fun to do but sometimes its a means to self discovery for questions that you don’t quite know yet. This past month I was hit with this mood where I could not see the forest for the trees and I needed to get away and do something. And thankfully my friend […]

Fuck it. Let’s Manifest.

I was on Instagram per use and I got a little upset because I don’t know if I will ever have the experience any of the things that my peers have. I feel so shut out of life experiences and I’m like what did I do wrong where I don’t have those experiences. I don’t […]

See What Had Happened Was…

I was not supposed to be gone so long. I was supposed to revamp this website along with my travel blog but it got too complicated in my head so I just let both fall by the way side. So. What’s been up? I traveled a lot. I started a business. I started writing creatively again. I […]

What We Settling For?

I have been receiving these messages reinforcing the notion of settling and it pisses me off. It gets so repetitive and tired. If you initially look at something and dismiss it with disdain, why are you forcing yourself to like it? That maybe you’re asking for too much? Or that this might be all you […]