Love, a horrible thing

Love is a scary thing. Don't do it. The risk is too big. The fall too hard. Love is a horrible thing. It makes you do weird things. Crazy things. Stupid things. It makes you become someone new. You stop knowing who you are. Sometimes people don't recognize you anymore. Love is a terrible thing.… Continue reading Love, a horrible thing

Blooming remains

Five years ago, I was out in Barcelona studying abroad and sending photos of my experiences and adventures to my ex. I prefaced my photos with: Sorry, I'm horrible at taking pictures. He immediately responded: You are brilliant and everything you do is fucking fantastic. I blushed at that, so aware of my melting heart,… Continue reading Blooming remains

I told my mom I’m dating a non-male

Me: Mom, I have something to tell you. Mom: What? Silence Me: It's kind of hard to say. Mom: What? Silence Mom: Just say it. Me: I know... but... Silence Me: I'm dating someone Silence Me: Not a man Mom: ? Me: I'm dating that friend I brought over a couple months ago Silence Mom:… Continue reading I told my mom I’m dating a non-male

Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100

Her eyes, so piercing and inviting, soul, so wild and free heart, so open and willing. The depth both scares and draws, like a moth to flame dancing to possible death There's nothing to do but leap, jump that cliff, challenge gravity, defy the emptiness of failed connections. Thoughts, feelings, decisions feel seemingly recklessness until… Continue reading Eyes, soul, heart – 51/100