I’ve always joked about how “influencers” and Instagram models are going to be so homeless if, one day, IG simply disappears. With its ever-changing algorithm, I’ve always thought of it as a yet another very fleeting moment in time. Because, let’s be honest, IG seems to be the least reliable of all social networks when…
This post is a bit different. Consider it a music meme. So, my Spotify’s most frequently recommended playlist for me is called Sad Hour, and that’s okay — I’m an emotional being and I’ll always honor that. But that’s beside the point. I just wanted to post my “mashed song” because I liked it that much!…
Felt like a scream I couldn’t let out, a heartbeat too fast for a small breath chasing an anjali mudra to slow down My heart on my chest I could feel every pump under the fattest layers of my skin It’s like everything in your body is yelling at you all at once, in a…
Here’s a Halloween-inspired thought, for all the things that passed. 👻 Here’s to all the love you gave that was never returned Here’s to the loyalty that was never reciprocated Here’s to all the second chances you gave them and went wasted Here’s to all the leftovers you couldn’t wait to eat but then forgot…
Sometimes, you give too much importance to the irrelevant. Talking about “turn the negative into positive” is always valid and encouraging advice, but how about just letting people feel what they feel at the moment? We’re constantly trying to get in people’s heads and trying to “fix it.” I might be guilty of this, to…
My post today is not exactly a sweet call to end the hate and accept people as they are—because it won’t happen. I have only an honest question for the homophobe: How sad, miserable, pathetic must your life be that you give a sh*t about other people’s gender identity and sexual orientation? The same old…
Like a genealogical tree, I tried to map my attachment history and came back with a treasure chest, only that instead of gold it was filled with regrets, things I already knew; truths that are hard to digest. On a twig, I saw a reason to trace back to larger boughs. And when I reached…
If you’ve lived past fifteen years of age on this planet (and, honestly, maybe even less than that), you’ve probably found yourself saying, “small world!” at some point because of a peculiar experience you went through. Whenever this thought pops up, I always remember these lines from the movie 500 Days of Summer: “…you can’t…
I said people could stay friends after a breakup because I felt it in my heart that it was true. I thought I knew the other sides’ sentiments, but maybe what I thought I knew wasn’t true. When the “Dear” becomes just a “Hi” you’re left wondering why. I thought you couldn’t be hated for…
A thought that popped on my head the other day: isn’t it messed up that a lot of the famous artists we know today are only famous because they’re dead? How does this always happen, you ask? Well, just look at the pattern. Whenever someone passes away, famous or not, what do we do? We rush…
What can I say that Rumi hasn’t already said? What kind of candid snapshot can I take straight out of my unbelievable days to blast on the internet? What can I say that’s different from yesterday? My mind wanders, but it knows it is these, the same old untreatable sores it wants to exhibit, like…
You know all that curiosity baggage that comes with the questions people make about why you don’t like something? And sometimes you don’t even quite remember how it all came to be, but their questioning brings the whole history to consciousness and, ahh, you remember. I say I’ve never liked the cold. They look at…