How to chill the f*ck out when you’re bad at chilling the f*ck out

Confession: I'm really bad at chilling the fuck out. When I'm not worried about work, school, guys, money, my chronic illness or how my body looks in the mirror, I find something else to worry about. I can't remember exactly when my anxiety started, but I can't remember a time where I didn't have anxiety. … Continue reading How to chill the f*ck out when you’re bad at chilling the f*ck out

A cat call is not just a cat call.

TRIGGER WARNING:  sexual assault, rape.       Hey gorgeous, can I take you out to lunch? Damn those legs.  My headphones suddenly becomes a mental shield. I know you heard me.  His presence is so close. The cigarette smoke fills my nostrils. Hey let me -- "Can you just fuck off? I'm not interested, leave … Continue reading A cat call is not just a cat call.

No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

Let's take one more shot and go back to your place.  My half-eaten ramen bowl sat in front of me with a cocktail glass half full of a crushed lime and watered down Tito's. Two more tequila shots please! Rail's fine.  Rail tequila? I'm equally grossed out as I am offended. He closes out his … Continue reading No, I don’t want to grab a drink.

Reclaiming #selfcare: a happiness project

I've been holding off on writing this post for several reasons. I've written drafts, none of which felt right. I wasn't in the right mindset, and I'm not totally sure I am right now. Tonight, I find myself at a cider bar sipping on ice water. The lighting is dim, Ariana Grande's Sweetener album is on repeat … Continue reading Reclaiming #selfcare: a happiness project

I’m anxious.

I write this in a state of anxiety. Not quite a full-blown anxiety attack, but more of a well, low-key anxiety attack. **** I'm a senior in high school. I'm ready to graduate and jet off to college. I'm over the rumors, the whispers in the hallway, the looks. I'm over the way I morphed … Continue reading I’m anxious.

When you go balls deep

I'm moving to California, ma! I was so certain of my future before it even began. Senior year of college I spent hours at my laptop researching jobs out on the west coast. I dreamt of grazing the warm sand with my hands and touching the Pacific coast with my bare feet. Lips pursed against … Continue reading When you go balls deep

I have a chewed piece of gum on my desk.

The past few months I've received a lot of emails, Insta DMs and in-person Qs about my blog. I've sorta ~blogged about it~ before, but that was, like, almost a year ago. So, here's a refresher. Some of the Qs I've been asked are as follows: Why and when did you start it? How can I start … Continue reading I have a chewed piece of gum on my desk.

2017 Year In Review

​​​11:26pm. ​It's dead in here can I pleeeeease get cut? I grab my bag and run to the bathroom. Black heels and a red dress. A quick attempt at smoky eye. I snag my bar key from the top of the sink and stuff it in my coat pocket. Bye everyone! Happy New Year! I … Continue reading 2017 Year In Review

Empty pizza boxes & stained coffee mugs.

This time was different.  *** The giant tower stood before me. "WELCOME, UMASS CLASS OF 2015" the banner read in bold crimson letters. 15th floor. Corner room. A lofted bed. My mother's fight to hold back her tears. We had already unloaded my father's truck of Rubbermaid plastic drawers, a $12.99 bright blue desk lamp … Continue reading Empty pizza boxes & stained coffee mugs.

A millennial’s unsolicited career advice.

I feel like I give unsolicited advice all the time. Like, something will happen to me and I'm like YO THIS WORKED FOR ME ONE TIME THIS SHOULD BE ADDED TO THE CONSTITUTION OR SOMETHING. Most of the time I don't really know what I'm talking about but I just go with it because I'm … Continue reading A millennial’s unsolicited career advice.