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.
A Quick Note on Being “Intense”
Have We Reached Peak Ego in Music? Thoughts on Kanye, et al.
It’s inarguable that Kanye West is the zeitgeist—but that fact feels cloying now, where it once felt like a thrill.
Riffing On Happenstance
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.
A Note on the Silence of Grief
The hardest part of grieving is having nothing to say.
On Putting Myself Before the Glorified Hustle
Yes, I grew up dreaming about this career path…but fashion is fantastical when you’re 13—the reality is less idyllic.
In Praise of the “Boring” Body
Where are models of the “neither here nor there” weight class?
Something Like Clarity But Not Clarity
For some reason vulnerability has scared me a bit more over the last year… Perhaps, I thought, it would be best to stop spilling my guts on the Internet.
Things that Need to Stop in 2016
Adam Driver’s marriage. Because I am still chomping at the bit.
My Dad Died But I’m Still An Asshole
I told myself I’d be a better person after my Dad died. This is what happened instead.
