Of Gift Horses and Thumbs
I baptize my dishes with Aldi Power Force soap and elbow grease; they rise spotless and ready for a new life back in the cupboard.
Gamecycling
Half the time, it’s the older games that drag me away from the new ones.
What the Heck is Vulnerability?
It’s become an aesthetic.
The Little Match Girl: An Atonement Theory
But there’s no escaping the story’s deep sorrow, the feeble light of a match against winter, against poverty, against human indifference and cruelty.
The Ministry of Utmost Happiness
In many ways, even just this year, the yolk feels like it is running.
Why on Earth is Smut Being Normalized, Though?
But in the plainest terms, unintended porn addiction is the dead last place where I want to pursue equality.
A Sick Day
For most of the following day, you will alternate between dozing off and scrolling Wikipedia—its mostly black-and-white interface far less obnoxious than that of Instagram.
In the Waiting, I Sing
That’s why stories hit children so hard.
Romanticizing My Commute
I’ll take that over driving in DC traffic every time.
March Was a Lot
It comes earlier in the scene than you expect, and is devastating in its simplicity.
