love
-
They underestimated what you could do, who you are. The first attempt happened before you could speak. You wouldn’t remember it. That was the point. By five, you had already learned to watch people’s faces before listening to their words. By eight, you understood that love occasionally packed a suitcase. By twelve, betrayal had introduced…
-
There is an old tailor’s shop that almost no one remembers anymore. The walls are lined with thousands of pairs of scissors. Some are polished silver. Some are black with age. Some have blades so sharp they can separate silk without leaving a thread behind. People wander into the shop every day carrying pieces of…
-
I do not care to be liked. That sentence alone terrifies people more than rage ever could. Because people can handle anger. They can handle drama. They can handle someone screaming, crying, throwing chairs, posting paragraphs online like a wounded raccoon fighting for emotional custody of its own bad decisions. But a person who genuinely…
-
Everybody worries about enemies. The loud ones. The jealous ones. The fake pages watching your stories at two in the morning like it is a full-time position with no benefits. People spend years looking over their shoulder for attacks coming from the outside. Meanwhile the real danger is sitting across from them asking if they…
-
I used to think “the one who got away” was just something guys said to sound deep at bars while holding a beer they weren’t even drinking. Then I met her. And suddenly every other woman felt like a group project where I did all the work and still got a C. She was the…
-
Let me go ahead and clear something up before the story gets twisted at family dinners and Facebook comments… I didn’t end up in Texas. I chose Texas. Loud. Proud. Possibly a little dramatic about it. And if you ask me why, I’ll give you a different answer every time depending on how much coffee—or…
