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What I've learned from my best friends: - When something isn't for you, leave it - If you're thinking a lot about breaking up with someon...

Falling down the stairs can be a good start. It's a new perspective, the stairs coming up to meet your face rather than your feet, your h...

I don't think I'm special but I know the trees listen to me when I talk to them. When you look inside yourself, what do you see? What col...

Numbers questions for the girls: How long will I let my thoughts riot in my mind before I take a sleeping pill? (Fifteen minutes) How man...

She flops down on the grass, a blade getting in her hair. She doesn't notice. She's wouldn't have minded anyways — she's the type that is...

I cut myself on some unruly metal and when it wouldn't stop bleeding, I called my dad. "Which finger did you cut yourself on?" he asked, ...

Usually, the sun wakes me. This morning the alarm was an ant crawling lightly on my arm. I crushed it between my fingers, eyes half shut,...

Things to do while you wait for someone for a socially distanced picnic besides look at your phone Touch the grass. Drink your wine. Rear...

You can lie to me. You can say it's cold when it's sixty-eight degrees outside, you can say you speak French when you freeze up on the fi...

I am still meeting people who are moving to New York with excitement in their punctuation and their hearts in their throats. Is love intr...

When Spotify started releasing their "year in review," I hope that everyone experienced the same panic I did — oh god, someone has been w...

It's finally that part of August with an edge of cool and you can imagine what it's like on the other side, with sweaters and a chill in ...

We tear ourselves apart, we build each other up, we pull ourselves together. I open your letters to see the swoops and curves of your han...

Summer is sun crashing and cherries and lakes and kissing on the street and lying in the grass and sand in my hair. It is also hot apartm...

The edge of summer. I sit in a park (not my park, although of course nothing is mine) and eat cheese across a blanket from you. It's a st...

Hello darling, I write to you from the East Coast, from the suburbs where people lean out of the cars to yell hi from down the street and...

Inside the mouth, she found a staircase along her teeth, leading upstairs past any sinus issues right to the good stuff. The tongue had b...