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fake on Instagram, almost killed myself + other things I shouldn’t talk about

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

Daisy (a poem)

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)

I don’t know what I’m doing.

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.

a tug of the tether.

“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.

Frankly my dear, I won’t Instagram.

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.