“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?
love
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
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.
Please tell me this makes sense
I have this ache in the pit of my stomach. Not my heart—my stomach—because maybe that’s where my heart lives now. Or maybe it’s on my sleeve. My emotions feel bare, exposed, scraped raw by every silence. I wince when even a light breeze brushes against them. Can they read my face? Can they read … Continue reading Please tell me this makes sense
Confessions of a Compulsive Liar. 