But he’s grinning at her. She grins back. You’ve made quite the new best friend, I say. His expression turns to regret. Children do have questionable taste. I laugh. It’s the first time I can remember...
Being a good person, or a better person, or whatever it is you're worried about and trying to fix? It shouldn't change who you are. It means you become more like yourself.
Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to...
Estoy... llegando allí. Estoy empezando a pensar que tal vez está bien ser un lienzo en blanco. Tal vez está bien que mi futuro sea desconocido. Y tal vez, dije con otra sonrisa, está bien estar inspi...
How black dogs are always the last to be adopted at shelters and, therefore, more likely to be put down. Which is totally Dog Racism,
We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think? he whispers.I...
To be good at anything you have to practice.
The realization is surprising, but the one that follows stuns me even more. I'm not in love with him anymore.Instead, looking at him makes me feel...hollow.
The grapes are smaller than I’m used to, and the skin is slightly textured. Is that dirt? I dip my napkin in water and dab at the tiny purple globes. It helps, but they’re still sort of rough. Hmm. St...
That was pants.
Sometimes a mistake isn't a what. It's a who.
So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?
People are confusing. They say one thing and mean the other.
Just because something isn’t practical doesn’t mean it’s not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.
I'm empty. I'm drained. And I can't move. Not that I'd want to. Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort.
I'm beginning to think that maybe it's okay to be a blank canvas. maybe it's okay that my future is unknown.
I didn't do anything I didn't want to do.
I bought you love poetry! 'I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.' I blink at him. Neruda. I starred the passage. God, he moans. Why didn't you open it...
I blame it on his pants.
Holy crap. I just slept with St. Clair.