It’s insane to act like the civil war that is my hormones is worthy of forgiveness, as if it’s a crime I’ve forced everyone else to take part in.
Assorted grumblings about the terrible 2-0's.
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes calling someone a “thought leader,” body brushing and Tyga.
I’ve returned to a few old haunts in the last 48 hours and they’ve reminded me that the past (despite its bad rap) can pull you forward if you give it more than a sliver of chance.
I’m not at all in-tune with what my gut actually wants and craves, whether that be to indulge in something sweet or something more complex.
I’ve written about this shitty in-between state so many times before, haven’t I? Always so hopeful that revealing it all will help me change.
A list of things that are “not hot, not not, just meh.” Today’s roundup includes coconut oil, Kendall Jenner’s “butt” and anything relating to your diet.
I try to live in a perpetual state of “Thank god I’m not fucking alone” because the alternative—while perhaps neater on the surface—is too difficult to bear.
It’s inarguable that Kanye West is the zeitgeist—but that fact feels cloying now, where it once felt like a thrill.
I’ve taught myself to ward off chaos with inflexible beliefs, following a path so narrow that even the unexpected joys of life have trouble getting in.