Sometimes it scares me, my ability to be okay. The way I can move forward so easily after so much has gone wrong makes life feel temporary, transient. I sometimes wonder if anything will truly stop me in my tracks, hold me in my place, keep me there, steady me. Maybe that thing will be […]
I won’t glorify or romanticize heartbreak. For me, it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living. -Warsan Shire I remember the first time my heart was broken. I remember sitting on the cracked linoleum floor of the kitchen in our rented university house, thinking the pain would never end. I […]
“How wrong is it for a woman to depend on a man to build the world she deserves?”-Anais Nin Well, she’s my favorite writer. I love how honest she has been with her writings. How knowing her made me evaluate my beliefs and about how most women see themselves. It is almost natural for a […]
Sometimes a good fuck will make me sob or laugh hysterically. It can be awkward, trying to explain thoughtless tears meaningless laughter that erupts from the better orgasms. Maybe it isn’t just that the orgasms are a thing beyond beauty and meaning and concepts Maybe it’s that they come at a time of a deep […]
Saturday morning I woke up with a mother of a hangover. I didn’t even drink that much but clearly this ‘age thing’ is no myth. I rolled over to my fiancé. “Ugh I shouldn’t have smoked that cigarette. I feel sick. Why did you let me do that?” “Because you would have just told me, […]
Remember how torturous being grounded was? On one occasion I think I cried through both sides of my pillow because my awkward, bratty teenage self was that distraught over not being able to leave my bedroom… My crush was having a house party and my mum, the strong, couldn’t-give-two-shits woman that she is, had banned […]
I have always been entranced by language. The way it’s written, spoken, interpreted. The way the French have a word for a certain ‘blue’ type of day. The way the Spanish rolls their rs. The way there are no. The way our minds are molded by the sentences we hear. The way our faces change […]
Since self-care is not always bubble baths, endless shopping or rebounds. Break-up is a deep punch on one’s stomach giving a pain so stubborn which refuses to leave. The clock struck 2:30 am. Eyes wide open, tired but open. Fingers tired of scrolling down feed on social media. Phone’s dying. Sleep-deprived, I lie on the […]