Triggers

They never seem to go away. Even the people who caused them. Fuck. ESPECIALLY the people who caused them. Somehow they find a way to creep their way back in. They find the smallest crack in your shield and rip it open. You’ll be surprised to know it’s not even my rapist who does this….

First kisses and The Incredibles

My first kiss was ten years ago today. I remember it pretty vividly. I actually wasn’t supposed to even have a boyfriend yet. My dad didn’t want me to “date” until I was 16, but we had just spent 17 days camping and road tripping with our families and my mom had gotten to know…

This might be koenntroversial.

That stunning woman in mint is one of the most beautiful souls alive. This post isn’t really about her, but it completely is. You’ll understand why, soon. I did a dumb thing today: I hopped on a thread written by a child of a police officer who was saying All Lives Matter and questioning why…

You’re on fire.

I’m back to blogging, y’all. I shared this in a photographer group that is stacked with some of the most talented human beings in the industry. No kidding, I was not expecting anything close to the reaction this got. Yeah, it did alright all the other ways I shared it. The place it took off…

He said, “too good.”

He said, “you know why I gave you a hard time back then, right?” Because you saw my potential and knew immediately that I wasn’t happy with the portfolio I came up with. “Exactly.” That was a professor I never had, but for my senior design show I was required to have him sign off…

If books were just books

Hitler wouldn’t have burned them during WWII. Bet that caught your attention. Because yes, I’m about to tie in how strongly HITLERĀ felt about burning books that were “un-German” to how strongly I feel about books and words and everything they can stand for. And I’m going to say his name, a lot. Hitler. I also…

What about the orphans?

I really love my brother. He’s a biblical studies major, and I actually think it’s the best because he brings around some RAD people to the house. I am so not an intellectual like he is, but I find everything that comes out of the kitchen conversations to be highly interesting. Well… one of his…

The sweet tooth is actually genetic.

This isn’t meant to be a sad, everyone cry about it, post. It’s just a strange time of year for me. I’ve mentioned it on the blog before, but I don’t really ever celebrate the Fourth of July. Not that I don’t love America, I do. But for a girl who comes from a family…

Tyler loves commas.

This is one of my very dear friends, Tyler. He likes commas way too much, if you ask me. You probably need some context: a couple weeks ago, we talked about how he wants to get serious about his writing. He’s been blogging a lot since he moved to China (he’s there teaching English at…