Category Archives: Placeless
“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are,” Dumbledore says, “far more than our abilities.”
Enneagram 3, The Achiever: Adaptable, Excelling, Driven, and Image-Conscious.
Matt Cambridge, nice to meet you.
May you warm your body under thick blankets, your hands by radiators, your feet in old slippers.
I remind myself that no one is watching me, probably. Nobody is passing judgement on Christmas Eve.
I’ve made a list of twenty authors—twelve who wrote after 1900 and eight from the centuries before—whose work I’m going to limit myself to.
I recently tried to explain heartbreak to someone who has never had their heart broken. It didn’t go well.
Notice one morning that your orchid is starting to look strained. Pick up the fallen petals. Water it, but know that this, like a leprous spot, is a sign of the beginning of the end, and that from now on, water will merely prolong the inevitable.
This song has always felt so dumb to me even before its Extreme Makeover Bieber Edition. It’s historical fanfiction undercut by that insufferable “pah rum pah pum pum.”
Why did she share her mistakes with us? Wasn’t she afraid how we might perceive her after learning about her mistakes?