Those who know me well know that I’m a huge softie with a fairly fragile heart. Even those who don’t know me very well have probably seen me cry in the middle of the street. God knows how many times my mom has told me that I have to stop letting every little thing haveContinue reading “The Thing About The Little Things”
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Whose Body Is This?
Clutching the steering wheel of my mother’s car, my hands suddenly catch my attention, as if a ray of sun suddenly shone on the muddy backwaters of my mind and exposed the millions of microscopic particles floating in the constant stream of experience. The knuckles poking out like the rounded tops of an ancient mountainContinue reading “Whose Body Is This?”
The Elusive Notion of Home
As far as idioms go, ‘home is where the heart is’ can definitely be seen as one of the more literal ones. No one is beating around any bushes here, you pretty much get what you paid for with this phrase. However, it has always struck me as having two different, although connected, interpretations, dependingContinue reading “The Elusive Notion of Home”
I Picked a Side — Now What?
“Cowardice was undoubtedly one of the most terrible vices – thus spoke Yeshua Ha-Nozri. ‘No, philosopher, I disagree with you: it is the most terrible vice!’” Mikhail Bulgakov 1. Introduction On the 23rd of September, we celebrate Bi Visibility Day in order to help raise awareness for bisexual people who are marginalized and to fightContinue reading “I Picked a Side — Now What?”
What the heck does it mean to be an adult?
Are you in your twenties or nearing them? If yes, does the concept of adulthood scare you? Have you ever broken out into a cold sweat when someone asks: so what do you want to do in life? Do you feel nervous and a little jittery when other people your age start talking about gettingContinue reading “What the heck does it mean to be an adult?”
Diary Fragments III: A Lincoln Lullaby
Friends, oh my friends, I hope you’re somewhere, smiling. Just know I think about you… —Father John Misty —For J-Wow & Polly
I cracked my phone last week. Not to weird flex, but it was my second time cracking a phone. My first one was this old pink ‘LG touch screen something’ ten years ago. Again, not to weird flex, but I was shook when I found my phone cracked. It happened on my bed, of allContinue reading “On Nostalgia”