I want to preface this by saying, I’m generally a happy person. These are the kind of things everyone expects you to push under the rug or talk about in hushed tones and although that’s how I instinctively deal with things, I’m trying to be more open. I really didn’t think I would tell this story online. I know I’ve been pretty candid about struggles … Continue reading fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about
It took 65 million to build a single parking garage in universal studios. It took 400 million to just build Hogsmeade in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, a tiny fraction of the entire part. It took so much more money to make the elaborate theme park designed to distract us from our lives. My brother is standing next to me listing off these facts … Continue reading The Importance of Empathy.
911 what’s your emergency? Could a heart actually burst with love? Lying in your arms, I find my chest ache, an indescribable feeling, For once I’m at loss for words, Mesmerized by your breaths Memorizing the moment Stillness Softly snoring I didn’t know I could love like this. Could I freeze this moment? Could I freeze this feeling? I look over in pure awe. Do … Continue reading A Letter for a Lover.
Light was streaming in through the mostly empty, half-unpacked dorm room as I sat on the generic desk with one of my best friends, Salma. She mentioned how before she even met me, she had heard my name around campus and had this idea of me in her head without ever knowing me. She expected me to be rude, condescending and cliquey when she met … Continue reading To All the Fake Friends I’ve Had
Love was meant to be Starry nights and making wishes. Candlight and silly pictures. It was meant to be a free fall, a thrill chase, it was something else entirely. Fun drinking game: take a shot every time I use the word ‘love’ in this post, you may not be able to stand, let alone love, you’ve been warned. Can you really trust your mind? … Continue reading What is love?
In old Celtic legends, innocence and purity are represented by daisies. In Norse mythology, the daisy is Freya’s sacred flower. Freya is the goddess of love, beauty, and fertility, and therefore the daisy symbolizes childbirth, motherhood, and new beginnings. Daisies are composite flowers which means they actually are two flowers blended perfectly to make one. This often allows them to stand for unity and true … Continue reading Daisy (a poem)
It’s a Monday afternoon, I’m at a Starbucks Coffee shop with one of my oldest friends, Farrah. I’m cross-legged on the pseudo-rustic wooden chair talking about literature, linguistics and words and find myself nearly tearing up. My eyes are wide and I feel my hands move ecstatically in a way they can only do when I talk about something I’m this passionate about. Farrah’s a … Continue reading I don’t know what I’m doing.
“No” “I’m tired” “I’m sleepy” “Not right now” He turned away, “I’m not mad” His lips pressed together, I brought my mouth to his. Wiping my tears, Slapping the steering wheel. “You’re better than this.” Eyes in the rearview mirror, No longer mine But wholeheartedly his. One step back, One dark look, A tug of the tether, I took two steps forward. … Continue reading a tug of the tether.
“Beauty is a form of Genius— it is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in dark waters of the silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned.” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey, 1890. We can believe we’re not superficial, that … Continue reading The myth of beauty.
I’m sitting at an outdoor table at the suburban default for celebration, ‘The Cheesecake Factory’. I’m surrounded by a few cousins of mine but my ears are completely tuned to the family sitting at the table behind us. A middle-aged father laughs at something his toddler says, the mother gently scolds the older son and tells him to sit properly. I can’t help but smile … Continue reading Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.