Can We Discuss Disney Princesses Though


I was on the phone with my dad yesterday crying (surprise) over my lack of romantic luck recently. He gave me some really wonderful advice, the most hilarious of which came when he said, "The worst thing Disney ever did for society was write those stupid happy endings." Or something to that effect -- I tend... Continue Reading →

7 Signs You’re A Crazy (Awesome) Cat Lady


You frequently wake up to your cat head-butting your face for kisses and immediately oblige, no matter the hour. Your Instagram feed is entirely composed of photos of you and your cat. You spend an enormous amount of time showing people the above mentioned pictures and/or talking incessantly about your cat. You choose to stay home... Continue Reading →

I’m Not FOR Men


I'd like to clear a few things up. As a bisexual woman, I encounter a lot of nonsense on a daily basis. I hear these bizarre -- and offensive -- comments on a pretty regular basis, mostly from men but sometimes from women. But let's be real...I mostly hear this shit from men. "Oh, you... Continue Reading →

Happy Happy


I just wanted to sit down and write something in the middle of the night because…I’m happy. I’m happy because I’m warm in my bed and it’s absolutely frigid outside. I’m happy because I’m going home this weekend to visit my family and exist outside of this college town for a few days. I’m reading... Continue Reading →

One Time I Wrote Fanfic


It was awesome. There's something really exhilarating about writing absolute tripe on the internet...maybe that's why I like blogging. Anyway, it's some of the most ridiculous nonsense I've ever written but I thought I'd share it with you here, because...because it's Downton Abbey fanfic and Carson is sassy in it. So you're welcome.   Midnight... Continue Reading →

The Rebirth


It's been two years, either today or yesterday, since life meant very little to me. Two years since I broke and my mother had to take a plane at 6 a.m. to be with me, to keep me safe and protected. Two years since I started rebuilding. I never expected any of that to happen,... Continue Reading →

Tura Lura


A chair that rocks but doesn't squeak and lulls me to wonderland. A skylight for the moon to watch my dreams that leave in daylight. As she sings to me tura lura and I go to sleep in her arms I know someday tura lura will mean more than looking at stars. In a twin... Continue Reading →

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