Merry  almost  Christmas! I’m still at school, soaking up the final days of relaxing alone in my apartment before I go home. I feel like it’d be a waste if I didn’t write this now—although, as you know, a good procrastinated publish speaks to me like a cold bottle of Moscato on a girls’ night. Anyways, instead of yapping about what 2025 gave me—which was  so, so  much—I thought I’d instead give a quick-read list with little to no context. Mostly because I feel like the huge r

I used to think when something felt right, it meant it would last. Turns out being wrong is sometimes the whole point. It’s been a minute since I’ve published anything, and it’s not because I haven’t been writing — it’s because the drafts I’ve accumulated in my notes have either been too diary-like or too boring, and nothing has felt right. But to be honest, my life wasn’t starting to feel “right” until sort of recently. What does that even mean? How are we supposed to know w

The crash out has been three weeks long, tequila was five shots deep, and the question still ran through my head as I sat on a curb at...

Happy summer! Damn it’s hot. I finished my sophomore year of college—roughest year of my life. But even though I wish I could change like...