Posts tagged "relationships"
What I Learned in Middle School

What I Learned in Middle School

I found The Devil in ordinary places:
The Hidden

The Hidden

My mother broke every plate in the house that day. She had destroyed the plastic plates first, each artificial disk severed before meeting the kitchen floor. She had taken the paper plates too, ripping them with her delicate hands until they had reached the floor, a despondent end to the lively meals that they had...
The Personal is Not Always Physical

The Personal is Not Always Physical

My fifteen-year-old self had a much narrower definition of “intimacy” than my present self does now. She believed that intimacy always includes an implied “sexual” in front of it. Intimacy was found only in a private language spoken between sexual bodies.
ante meridiem

ante meridiem

3:41am i’m going to cherish and regret this experience once i wake up. you’re completely different in person. no. incorrect. on skype. we skyped. we sat and had a conversation, looked at each other’s “faces” through this app called skype as i cursed my internet connection. you looked different. you sounded different. you laughed a...
Frances Ha: A Portrait of Female Intimacy

Frances Ha: A Portrait of Female Intimacy

I was helping a friend analyze short stories for a research paper. One story involved two friends who, at one point in the story, sleep in the same bed. One of them jokes about how they are a lesbian couple. My friend, a man, used this to suggest there must be some romantic desire between...
All My Siblings

All My Siblings

I know I’m not the first person to say that families can be very tricky to deal with. Yes, they’re there for life, the good ones should always stand by you and all that, but most people know that this hardly guarantees that you’re always going to enjoy spending time with them. More times than...
MOTHER

MOTHER

Mother, your love baked a shell around me until I was ready to crack it and rise from the Earth
And Broken Were The Bones

And Broken Were The Bones

  And broken were the bones that once held him together. Pretty brown boy found love over the summer. Met her one wild night and dove in head first down Alice’s rabbit hole. Pretty brown boy falls for a dime piece with curves like a coke bottle. And broken were the bones. He snuck her...
We Can't Understand

We Can’t Understand

Although most of us rarely admit, the sentence, “I understand”, is the last sentence we want to hear. When on the receiving end of an “I understand” we fight to refrain from rolling our eyes and snapping “no you don’t”. But isn’t that what we’re thinking?
6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

6:40 P.M.// Telegraph Ave.

I fell in love in cold weather. Three times. Like my psychic told me.
Note To Self

Note To Self

  ***Content & trigger warnings: self destruction,  depression, self harm, anxiety***
O ye, of little faith

O ye, of little faith

  April is the hardest month of the year for me. Repressed trauma banging on the door of my conscious, demanding to be let out is one of the reasons my most intense depressive episodes come up during this part of the year.