As a writer, I have learned the harsh reality that not everyone will love what I write. On a daily basis, I struggle with knowing that what I create will be continuously up for critique, constructive criticism, and relentless editing. This is the burden all writers will inevitably face one day. I like to over-use the word ‘as’, and ‘-ing’, and ‘and’. I enjoy seeing … Continue reading How to be a good writer: Tips from a bad one
I have it all. I really do, and I’m not just saying that to make myself feel better. I’m lucky enough to attend a university that is happy to have me. Since my freshman year, I have only been doing what I love, which is writing and reading and meeting brand new people and trying brand new things. I have an incredible job as a … Continue reading Nexplanon, I won’t miss you
Right in this very moment, I smell like a week-old plate of french fries. Which is interesting, because I’ve been on a strict no-diabetes-in-a-red-box-of-sin diet. Deeper than that, stronger than this stench sticking to me like a second-skin, I am thumbing through my journal. It’s a leather-bound notebook, designed by Patricia Nash and gifted to me by my dear friend. Through out the day, it … Continue reading Pen, Conquerer of Anxiety
There are moments where I absolutely hate the thought of waking up and going to school. Sometimes, I stare at my ceiling for minutes, praying for another two hours of sleep to magically appear on my phone’s digital clock. As a college student, I am always running out of time. There is never enough time to go home for the weekend, to see everyone, to … Continue reading school heckin’ sucks
As a vegetarian who pushes aside all morals in the face of shrimp and salmon, I have found difficulty in eating at college. I have the incredible privilege to live in a dorm, which is the direct consequence of working as a college RA. Unfortunately, with that comes the meal plan, which I eat away with gallons of carbs coming in all forms. My favorite … Continue reading Ramen, my dearest
As I descend into Finals, I’m beginning to realize I’m losing a bet with myself. Or, I’m very nearly just about on the brink of losing. I decided after October not to drink coffee, and further than that, caffeinated drinks. That means all sodas were gone, which isn’t hard considering I seldom drank pop. But, even my most beloved tea. As a teenager in high … Continue reading Smoothie, sweet, Smoothie
On Saturday morning, I woke up to a text from my hometown boss, Kelly. Kelly is a fifty-something coffee-shop owner, who wears jean skirts and a clever smile. She asked me what I was doing, and although my heavy eyelids asked for two more hours of sleep, I told her I had a free day. To my surprise, Kelly shared a link to the Oklahoma … Continue reading A book-ish day
I’m writing this at 10 o’clock in my sister’s room. My laptop sits nestled in the lap of my criss-crossed legs, and my phone softly murmurs music. I want to say I doubt myself. A lot. Maybe, more than I should. It’s what kept me from opening my Mac and allowing my fingers to stab at the keyboard. Like this is some instrument of percussion, … Continue reading Writing is The Best Worst Thing That Happened to Me
Have you ever just stared into Walmart’s crafting section and become possessed by the ghost of a retired 60 year-old woman who spends the majority of her time on Pinterest and inside Hobby Lobby? And then, the fog is only lifted after you find yourself in the front seat of your car with two bags full of fabric, needles, stuffing, and thread. It doesn’t even … Continue reading Flat Tires, Poison Ivy, and Art Awakening
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