It would be stupid to fall for someone like you. It would be insanity to curl into your arms and pretend your body is warm. But you make me feel intoxicated — the way your adrenaline binds into the blood in my veins, tickling my skin, hot and sweaty. Eyes widened. Pupils dilated. You make … Continue reading Deconstructing You
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Pants on fire.
In the gym, watching the news about how aid is being suspended to Gaza, while Kesha’s “Joyride” plays in my ear — the remix version where “I’m a bitch” keeps looping over a dance beat that makes me want to move. I catch myself thinking I’m living in The Hunger Games. I’ve never read the books, but … Continue reading Pants on fire.
Floating Head
On September 7th, under the blood moon, I marked two years since I packed my car with what I could and left Texas behind for Washington. Today, September 9th, is my second year living here. It feels longer — maybe because so much has shifted under me. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought … Continue reading Floating Head
Welp, here we are.
I’ve typed and erased so many sentences.I’ve typed. I’ve erased.There were even two full paragraphs — gone. What I have to say doesn’t feel like it means anything. Maybe that’s why I keep deleting it. But isn’t that what writing is sometimes? A conversation between the parts of myself that want to be seen and … Continue reading Welp, here we are.
Lies We Tell Ourselves When We’re Grieving: A Mirror and A Mess. Bring Her Back Movie Review and Personal Reflection.
This post WILL contain spoilers, so if you feel like you've read too much, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I am not a professional movie reviewer. I do not hold a degree in the arts or theater. I’m just another Joe Schmo with an opinion and an open mind, especially after seeing a particular … Continue reading Lies We Tell Ourselves When We’re Grieving: A Mirror and A Mess. Bring Her Back Movie Review and Personal Reflection.
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 