You’ll wash the smell of his skin out of your favorite shirt at 2 am because you won’t be able to sleep and the laundry room will smell like home except there will be one or two strangers there with wrinkled shirts from high school school and tired eyes, linking your lives through this simple…

Friendship at 9 is slumber parties and play dates and sharing glitter nail polish. We put on fancy dresses, scarves, pretended to be someone else when we weren’t even ourselves yet. Maybe boys came up, maybe they didn’t, but for the most part they were relegated to the same category as snakes and spiders (maybe…

There are things worse than a broken heart. There are things worse than living a life without anyone to call home. To never love is worse than a broken heart because there is more to life than roses and champagne let’s tell our friends we love them, let’s call our mom, let’s call our baby…

We are taught to fear a broken heart. We are taught to fear rejection, being unwanted. But as a self professed smart girl, I think there are worse things. I think the worst thing that can happen is to be made a fool of. When your heart gets broken, your friends will bring you ice…

Many times a society we confuse talent with character. One of the most recent examples of this is the “reevaluation” of Justin Beiber due to his, to use the technical term, absolutely bangin’ new album. As someone who mocked peers afflicted with Beiber fever back in middle school, and as someone who regards young white…

Write about him. Spit out those watermelon seed words, scrape out that bloodied honey love phrases, this is how you forget the way he made you ache. Tell your best friend you’re over him. Saying these words aloud to one of the people who loves you most, but is most definitely not your mom, will…

There’s a list on my phone entitled things I need from home. Number 1: a hug from my mother because what wrong ever happened in a mother’s arms? Number 2: My father’s common sense because I am a dreamer and his feet are planted firmly on the ground because when I make decisions by myself,…

You turn me concave. In your presence, I am absent.

So there’s a theory that there’s an infinite amount of universes, with infinite truths and infinite realities, so maybe there’s a universe where you and I end up together, right? Maybe there’s a universe where I told you how I felt right away, instead of waiting until you were halfway gone. I would have told you…

My mother left her mother, two sisters, a father and my father left his childhood home and they took me with them but I felt no loss because I hadn’t had the chance to fall in love with the country that gave me this skin and blood. From two suitcases, my parents built a home.…