It’s a rather odd confession to make, but I must say I’ve reached the point in my semester where I am starting to regret that my creativity is not boundless.
Cause of Death: Utter Humiliation
It is very easy to swap our honest imperfections with more impermeable exteriors, but we become much more confident and self-assured when we refuse to mask our unflattering qualities.
Extracting Whimsy from the Mundane: the Manic Pixie Dream Girl’s Guide to Valentine’s Day
Although I can wholeheartedly understand the anti-Valentine’s sentiment—my forever valentine is none other than my dear mother—I cannot say that I feel the same. Valentine’s Day has always been my favorite holiday.
How to Dream Beyond the Ditch
I just spent my morning in a ditch. I mean, it was more of a mental ditch, but it was a ditch nonetheless.
Of Hamsters and Men: A Silent Plea to Stop Working
I have never owned a pet hamster, but I can imagine they are fun, lovable creatures. I once knew a classmate in elementary school who would not stop raving about her orange hamster, Priscilla. She looked for every opportunity to talk about her, sharing moments when the hamster had curled up in her hands during family movie nights, performed a tummy roll for a couple treats, and kissed her nose softly.
Coats, Sweaters, and Other Monsters that Lurk in the Dark
I have a confession to make. There are monsters in my closet. No, not literal monsters—though that would certainly make for a more interesting story—but the kinds that everyone has. Things like misshapen bags on the floor, heavy jackets slouched onto hangers, and piles of shoes on the ground that, with the lights turned off, look like goblins, ghouls, and gremlins.
Experiencing the Bobbing Orb? Look No Further.
The Bobbing Orb, as I have experienced it, occurs when I am overstimulated with noise, assignments, and social interactions. It is when my brain ceases to be an ordered arrangement of reason, memory, schedule, and responsibility and collapses—rather artfully—into a series of floating tendrils that barely keep me tethered to my basic obligations.
Plushies and Past Selves￼
I never knew that a black dog plushie could make me feel so many things. I was visiting my older sister this past weekend, hoping to catch up and unwind from quite the busy week. While we certainly did all those things and I returned to campus feeling grounded, I was hung up on one…
Rest, Young Grasshopper
There is nothing more unsatisfying than waking up from a nap and still feeling unrested. As someone who took an unsavory nap today, I can say with all due passion and emphasis that it is one of the most aggravating experiences known to man. In fact, my experiences with these imposter naps have been so…
What Your Unconventional Quirks Say About You
I was convinced that I had seen everything until I watched the guy in front of me in the breakfast line at Mac slap two dollops of ketchup onto his pancakes and walk away like he didn’t just defy the laws of nature. I remember watching this event unfold in front of me and wondering…