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.
self reflection
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?
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. 