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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Is it safe?
“I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.” — Edna Mode Except I did. I was dressed perfectly. The wig. The pink silk chiffon scarf. A black dress with black kitten heels. The glasses and golden-brown lip to tie it all together. Why is it that in the comfort of my own place, … Continue reading Is it safe?
Who handcrafted love?
Who handcrafted the word love?Who was the genius and the evil mastermind who defined that little, big, four-letter, disgustingly, horrifically beautiful, tone-deaf word? It’s tiny and small, yet carries the weight of a thousand minuscule details and nonverbals that can only be photographed in supercut moments. Love: An intense feeling of deep affection.Deep: Extending far down from the … Continue reading Who handcrafted love?
Over and Under
So, I had my second therapy session a couple of days ago, and let’s just say I don’t love how quickly I’ve gotten close to my therapist. We talked about my dad — how I never got a birthday call, text, or social media post from him. Does it hurt that I didn’t? Well, yes. … Continue reading Over and Under
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
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 