My Musings
My personal musings on life and living.
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Let Your Parents Tell You Their Stories
Because what are memories if not drafts of the stories we’ll one day share with others?
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I Don’t Know Sartre–– Does Life Really Begin on the Other Side of Despair?
But that doesn’t matter. Everyone over thinks, and I am not unique in feeling this way. I am not even unique in feeling the gnawing anxiety that blooms when I think about the future, of what I want to do, who I want to be. I’m not even unique in feeling I am simultaneously doing…
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I’m Insecure
But if I could go back in time, I would have found myself in that same memory. I would let him have the shaded swing and content myself with the metal slide that literally burned my ass because it was always under the sun.
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The First Time I Fell In Love
The first time I fell in love, it was with a boy. He was kind and smart and I was 16 and filled with the passionate exuberance of my first time. When I fell in love, it was with my best friend. We sat next to each other during most classes and snuck touches past…
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Don’t Date A Girl Who Reads
A girl who reads will know if you’ve really read Pride and Prejudice or if you’ve lazily googled the summary on SparkNotes. She won’t be impressed by the way you understand the symbolism in Animal farm because it’s already painfully obvious. She knows Romeo isn’t a figure of love and that Gatsby didn’t need Daisy,…
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“How Do You Know You’re A Writer?”
Sometimes the words fall through the tips of my fingers with the same excruciating slowness as that of the leaves of a hibiscus detaching itself from its stem.
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Things I’ve Learned About Love at 22
I have to admit, I’ve been working on this piece for a while. And if you want full disclosure here, I’ll probably be revising this as I grow older and (hopefully) wiser. I’m also not going to provide background on my love life in order to convince you I’m a credible source because let’s face it.…
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My Struggles with Writing
Another month has passed in the year 2019 and with it came my usual bimonthly identity crises. Unlike my paychecks though, their due dates are grossly inconsistent and always unwelcome. Part of me is really hoping that we only get a limited amount of “episodes” so that by the time I turn 30, I will…
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Superstitions and Ghost (?) Stories
In 5th grade, my teacher asked us if our families had any superstitions. One of my classmates responded that, according to his mom, when his bed isn’t made, his guardian angel is still sleeping. From that moment in my life, I have become vigilant in fixing my bed every morning. Now, I fix my bed…
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To All My Dramatic Dreamers (Myself Included)
This made me think of Bukowski’s famous words which read: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” I had been consumed by this line when I first came across it. I remember reading it, letting it sink in and thinking they were the most profound words ever arranged in a 9 syllable sentence.…
Via Justine De fant 