We often ignore the indifference of men and dive headfirst into their lives, filling all the empty space with a curiosity, an empathy, that isn’t shared.
A Lemonade-inspired note on fuckboys in gentleman’s clothing.
Falling out of love is not the doorway to anorexia, and falling into it will not save you. When we belittle and sentimentalize it, as this Thought Catalog piece does, we make it more difficult for people to overcome.
Is not being able to bridge the gap between yourself and someone else the loneliest feeling? I’ve been revisiting this question a lot lately, because amidst the current chaos of my life I figured some extra existential dread couldn’t hurt.
“…and I am not your transitional phrase.” Quick thoughts on love, and what it’s not.
After falling for someone mainly via virtual communication, I was crushed to realize that he wasn’t the ideal type that I thought he was. Doing my best Carrie Bradshaw, I began to wonder: is pseudo-loving and losing better than never pseudo-loving at all?
“When you say things like, “Kim Kardashian has become decidedly less Birkin, more Stock,” don’t expect other people to understand.” I don’t mean to brag, BUT–this may be one of the best Dear Diary’s yet.
A sordid tale of attempting to be productive on a Saturday in New York City, involving a heavy dose of the gift that keeps on giving: PDA.