life
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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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Sea of Silence (Look, it’s a working title ok?)
Tonight I laid beneath a galaxy of emotion Striking, and paralyzing, and somber and I wondered
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Letting Go
I unfolded it from the awkward skeleton of emotions it had become From the confining lines of unshared passions and unsure promises And with sure and gentle fingers, with a little bit of sadness too, I refashioned it with all its imperfections and all its torn sides– into a blue paper crane That could crane…
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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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just another dumb poem
I refuse to romanticize myself. I am unstable and indecisive. Impatient and overly impassioned by the smallest things.
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(wo)menstruation: Trying a Menstrual Cup for the First Time
In an effort to be more cost efficient and environmentally conscious, I purchased a menstrual cup (MC) back in October. It had arrived at the perfect time as my period started the day after it came in the mail and, as any millennial would do, I documented my experience on my Instagram (which has been…
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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.…
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Today, the book I was reading got wet I left it outside on the porch, let the rain Trample over the opened pages, and didn’t realize what I had done until the downpour subsided And the rain slowed to a drizzle
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Graduation, Lactose Intolerance, and Vomiting in My Car– some minor and major life updates for ya
Given that my last post was months ago, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to know that life has been pretty hectic lately. So here are some minor updates followed by a few major ones.
Via Justine De fant 