
Confessions of a Wannabe Activist
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
I asked my boyfriend, “Are we bad protestors?”
God the Creator, Mitsubishi the Manufacturer.
“I’ll make a cheese plate for every session!”
If Lord of the Rings was published today, Sarumann would get the Joker treatment and have thirst edits go viral.
How strange it is to choose to labor over writing the perfect string of words, singing with the perfect tone, preparing the perfect meal to honor a person who can’t experience their veneration.
He was the one that got our entire family to switch to the Signal messaging app because it’s supposed to be safer. We’re still using it now.
They whispered, “Did you feel that too?”
This was the first time my two-week notice meant anything significant.
Even after you’re determined to start loving yourself, the world will still echo the same questions and judgements you’ve been using to crush yourself.
You’ll realize that you don’t want someone who won’t cry with you when you’re mourning.
My loneliness is an echo from a silent sound, a shadow with an invisible caster.
If we can romanticize diapers and spit up and sleep deprivation, let’s romanticize the pains of single people too.
I tried to make dresses one summer, but I mostly massacred innocent bed sheets
Someone—or something—keeps turning on the lights.
I decided to see it as you inviting me into your life, asking me to pay witness to the rhythms of your life.
It feels like the team working on this musical doesn’t believe anyone wants to go to a musical
I had to hype myself up to buy a pack of three dollar udon at the grocery store—I certainly can’t afford the forty dollar Roblox gift cards.
I hope you’re constantly getting images of the Eras Tour.
As soon as I drew my first heart, Drew said, “I’m gonna draw a Goomba.”
There might still be a piece of my tooth there.
Her expression tightened as she said, “At least you had a couple friends in the city.”
When everyone gathered around her and started singing “Happy Birthday” in a key far too high, she knew to blow out the candles.
Mental calculations fly through my head, and I cannot imagine a scenario where you kiss me and don’t spill soup all over both of us.
I’d walk along the lake and listen to the birds, thinking about how strange it was that a man-made peninsula became a spot of natural beauty amongst glass skyscrapers.
I can’t believe that I’m unconvinced about a romance with People Magazine’s Sexist Man Alive Paul Rudd. It’s a waste, really.
To my surprise, my first thought was, “Ha! Little does she know that gays walk among us.”
Idiots. They had stealth, but I had Google search.
I texted my friend with the encyclopedic podcast knowledge to ask why she liked true crime. Instead, she told me why she quit.
Astronomy is thought of as the future or the cutting edge, but it studies slow processes and ancient objects.