I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to keep furniture, or an apartment for that matter, for longer than a couple years. The reason isn't vanity; it's more of a matter of the heart. I think about how my first apartment saw so much of me just trying to figure things out. How no matter where I go, those memories are ingrained as if they were just another line in the floorboard.Read More
And out of nowhere, you almost stop thinking of what comes next; you just do. And that's when it happens; that's when you're left catching yourself falling, you can't find what was supposed to just be there... you were supposed to just be there.Read More
This guide on where to eat in New Orleans has been a long time coming! I ate my way through the city and wanted to share some of my favorite spots with you all. I'll be breaking these up into a series of posts since I have SO many spots to share! First up? My favorite meal of the day; Brunch!
Most of the time I wonder how much of our life is fate, and how much is a result of conscious decision making. Do we actually have any control, are our well-thought-out plans just a big ruse, what happens if I just stop thinking and start acting without discretion tomorrow?Read More
Your chest is tight, you feel as if there is an insurmountable weight placed on your body and you can't stomach the thought of moving from where you lay. The idea of tomorrow feels like an exit you passed twenty miles ago, you know you need to turn around to get back to where you should be going but instead you barrel into the unknown.Read More
Sometimes I think about completely falling apart. Just utterly losing it.
I'm a generally happy person. At times, I can even be manic. My personality is a lot to handle, most of the time I'm too loud, too talkative, and am really bad at taking a hint and calming the fuck down.Read More
It was in my first college creative writing class that I realized we all had a story to tell. The rhetoric of our past, our hometown, the way we were brought up to speak and act, the type of people we were raised around, all contributed to this unique outlook we each had on the world. Before then, I used to preach that there was no way a person could be original, that we're all just speaking over each other trying to prove that we are different, we are special.Read More
For the longest time, I've struggled with this idea of oversharing. It's something I'm still wrestling with. As a natural writer whose thoughts flow more freely typing rather than writing (you don't even want to see my handwriting after finishing a couple paragraphs....) I find it so easy to type up personal things that 100% shouldn't be on the Internet.Read More
The words "grace" and "dignity" are recurring in many of conversations as of late, whether I'm speaking about my career, where I'm searching for my identity to lay, or at the most surface level of concerns, my dating life.Read More
Inspired by intimate details that feel faint, yet recognizable with a feminine font that still has a boldness to it.Read More
No. That word usually hurts The sting of those two letters, in whatever form or fashion they may come in, are enough to knock you down a couple pegs.Read More
We all have the one guy that, in our minds, is the guy we will probably end up marrying. You know the guy - the one that comes to mind when you talk about the future.Read More