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Lost and Laughing

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Articles : 29
Since : 02/06/2015
Category : Lifestyle

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on being a woman

on being a woman

One cannot be a woman in this world and not acknowledge the terrible burden to be beautiful. The majority of this post was pieced together from a paper I wrote some months ago, and if you're interested in where these sources come from I am more than happy to dig out my works cited page from somewhere in my files. I can tell you that this one isn't
Bless the Chaos

Bless the Chaos

Someone once said, on a stage to a group of messy disasters, that "God does not bless chaos." I am, personally, inevitably, a chaotic mess. Perhaps it is a choice, as my parents would say, after all I leave my room messy and my car is a disaster. I perhaps, am a disaster— with my tear stained love letters and angry bitterness, with my quiet hope
this is what love isn't

this is what love isn't

How to identify love by what it is not: Love doesn’t use a first. Love never calls you fat or lazy or ugly. Love doesn’t laugh at you in front of your friends. It is not in Love’s interest for your self esteem to be low. Love is a helium-based emotion: it always takes the high road. Love does not make you deposit your paycheck into its bank a
the first lesson

the first lesson

These are the streets where poems were written, where stories were born, where people have loved. I love New Years Resolutions. They’re my most favorite ever and I generally on any given year have approximately a page and a half of goals for my year. I have a few that are essential, that I will stick to even if it means spitting whatever is in my
the assault

the assault

I am a feminist, I define myself as such and wear the label proudly, loudly. I am a feminist, and I am prepared with an array of witty, cutting comebacks for catcalls. I am a feminist, and I have a stack of books and a twenty-eight-page paper defining what that means to me. I am a feminist and when I got sexually assaulted I did not remember any of
when life looks like life, and not like a happy ending at all

when life looks like life, and not like a happy ending at all

“I like his books because sometimes they don’t always get the girl or the guy; there isn’t always a happy ending in life.” “Yeah, there isn’t.” -------- It was an innocent conversation at a middle school pool party in my back yard about Nicholas Sparks’s books, but it keeps ringing in me. There aren’t always happy endings in real
Go For It

Go For It

I was scrolling through the pictures on my computer, trying to clear out the cobwebs on my starter disk and make room for new ones. Old texts from boys I’d loved more than myself, pictures of couples dripping in the love of the moments captured there, couples who were no longer couples. They were separated, singular, sometimes burrowed in hatred
the paint underneath my fingernails

the paint underneath my fingernails

this photo was taken by Alison Jiles and I stole it without asking because she was asleep and I am impatient. When you make plans, it rains I was playing soccer with a kid at the work site today; he tumbled backwards nearly hitting his head on the door: be careful, I thought. A man stood on top of scaffolding two stories high, painting the roof of
the response

the response

Recently I shared the story of my assault. I waited until I was functioning somewhat better, until I felt like I had it under control, to open the scars up for the world to see. In reality, I was not ready for the repercussions from sharing my story: in a lot of ways, holding my heart out for you to see the cracks my assault had left brought a lot
9:45

9:45

It was 9:45 and by golly, we wanted smoothies or cheesecake or something that would help make the end of a long, long day a tiny bit better. The Starbucks on campus closes at 10:00, but when we went over at 9:47 they told us they’d already shut it all down. (I know how it feels to be on the other side, where you still have to clean everything up