Do people still fly across country for each other? Do people still chase after the other in airports, praying the flight hasn’t left yet? Do people still? Did people ever? Or did the movies just brainwash me into falling in love with love. But it had to be real, right? Every story comes from something… Continue reading Well Then
This is going to seem like a love story, but I promise you it’s not. At least, not for me. *** In the Cambridge dictionary, notice is defined as, to see or become conscious of something or someone. Do you have a friend that you can remember the first time you ever noticed them? Like the… Continue reading Red Velvet: A Love Story That’s Not A Love Story
Earlier today as I was walking to a café, I had some thoughts about winter. Although this season is desolate and depressing, it is almost rejuvenating in a way. You look around and everything you see is gray, but when the sun comes out it is so bright that you remember what it feels like… Continue reading Thoughts on Winter
Hey Everyone, I took these photos a couple days ago. Hope you enjoy.
God. -- God. -- God. I am getting comfortable with saying "God". After I say it the first time, it gets even easier. The first time I say it though, I have to really stretch it out. "Gaaaaahhhhddddd." When I say it the first time, it's like when you try on a shoe and you're… Continue reading Honesty Post : God
Is there a balance to be struck? Is it even possible? Growing up, I was surrounded mostly by white people. I wanted to look more white. Attending Howard University, and being around pretty much all black people - I wish I looked more black. Will there ever be a time or an environment, I suppose,… Continue reading What Are You?
she did it. and she smiled in disbelief. and she didn’t know where she was going but she knew she could do anything she wanted. go anywhere she wanted. and that was invigorating. she couldn’t sleep maybe because she closed a door or maybe because now she didn’t know which door to open first. of… Continue reading Free
When I was 15 going on 16, I met a guy. We'll call him Alex. Alex was cute, he was a year older than me, and his flirtatious attitude made me giddy. Every time I was around him I felt excitedly anxious, but now I see that that anxiety stemmed from a lack of self… Continue reading Becoming Whole