The city is big. Yet, not big enough that you would never tire of it. There are two souls who have tried on the city just like new clothes and decided it’s not for them…
I look at the lovers on the street but I don’t wish for one second that that could be us. No. Instead, I wonder…
you can’t love your home—no matter where it resides—if you’re selfish. that we are. if the world were listening, i would ask a singular question…
Let’s not mince words and cut right to the chase: it’s been bad. My twentieth year on this planet has been nothing short of brutal in terms of how much I’ve been put through and all the new emotions I’ve come to learn the names of.
I wrote a letter to myself at the end of 2020, setting down some things I hope I’ll have achieved a year from then. The sand in the hourglass has since stopped running and it’s high time I reply to that letter…
It starts out the same way it always does. The city wakes us up with all its hustle. When you’re in New York, every day feels the same. There is no differentiation between the weekdays and the weekends…
Here are words I left unsaid. Not because the timing was never right. Not because I felt you were the wrong person to bestow them upon. Not because I didn’t mean them wholeheartedly. Here are words I left unsaid because I didn’t know at the time…
It rains constantly in Manchester. Six and a half days out of seven, the sky cries in showers. I resonated with the city my first week here; I had cried through the first week, staining pillow covers wondering if I had made the right decision coming here, leaving all familiarity behind, packing twenty years of my life into two suitcases.
Two decades sound short when it is used in a mathematical equation, even shorter when you’re in earth […]
You don’t read this book for a happy ending or a hero’s mile, you read it to have a phantom slice your chest open, retrieve your still-thumping heart, and crush it before your watering eyes. You read it to see two perfectly fine people—and consequently yourself—fall apart. Then, you look at the blueprint, and try to fix yourself up and move on (to the next book).
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