What I do have, however limited it may seem at times, is something that I know hurts to leave behind.
Is there a right way to “handle” our time in life so that we feel we are indeed effectively working our way toward a greater goal without sacrificing physical and mental health and depriving ourselves of intellectual nourishment?
A recipe book and a pristine kitchen that I can dirty to my heart’s content foster as much excitement in me as some find in front of a fresh canvas, a blank page or an eager audience.
Confession: I never post my first BeReal.
There’s something beautiful about chaotic television.
Here’s to hoping Kanye doesn’t add me to his beef list for writing this article.
As any lexicographer will tell you, language isn’t about having an extensive or impressive vocabulary. It’s about communication.
June 19, 2001, I was born in High Wycombe, England. My dreams of being the sixth member of One Direction were squashed, however, when my family moved me to Grand Blanc, Michigan at just over three months old.
EPs deserve a lot of love too.
Three hundred and sixty-five albums later, I’ve met a few new favorites.
If anyone witnessed my series of actions that afternoon, they would probably think I was out of my mind.
Though my feelings about small talk constantly fluctuate, I’ve come to realize the value of making an effort in connecting with people that are outside of your close circle.
Not all complaining is made equal.
Every like, every comment on my TikTok brings forth instant validation. As I am writing this, I’m also brainstorming new ideas to extend my fifteen minutes of fame: should me and my roommate “break up”, or should we keep on playing the game?
How does anyone, with a busy work schedule and social life, actually eat three square meals a day? Should I pay a doctor or therapist to answer these questions, or should I continue to spiral in the confines of my (now public) thoughts?
I want to build a world with you.
While I do spend a lot of time taking care of Dunn, he does far more for me than I do for him. Beyond the obvious cuteness the tiny joyful bundle of fur provides his surroundings, there’s the overwhelming sense of positivity all around him.
I’m grateful for many things: my wonderful friends, the promise of a beautiful autumn and the $5 Daily Devil Deal at Sazón. But, right now, I’m most grateful for sunlight.
I hate the moment you look at a blank page, and suddenly, words are supposed to flow, as if by some magical force. I hate the emptiness staring back at me as nothing comes to mind. I hate the openness of writing, your inner thoughts suddenly being known.
Is Addison Rae just “another party girl bimbo,” or are we just quick to hate on her because she challenges our preconceptions about making it in Hollywood? Do we simply hate influencers because they upend the myth of meritocracy?
