When it started because of you.

Jenna showed up in May. May of last year. She shoved out her hand in front of me and told me she wanted to help me in any way I needed her. I…

4am thoughts stored in iphone notes;

for how long can our emotions be tied to someone else’s – be twisted and pulled and stretched – before we snap and can never be fixed?

and i will try to fix you;

words are my thing. for as long as i can remember, words have been my thing. i have journals chronicling my childhood. my dreams, my ups and downs, my first love, everything, scribbled on lines… Continue reading

The Great and Terrible F-Word: Exploring society’s disdain for, and desperate need of feminism

Originally posted on The McNicholas Milestone:
On Nov. 12, journalist Katy Steinmetz, a writer for Time magazine, asked the world a simple question in the form of a poll: “What word should be…

Dear Miami (of Ohio),

Originally posted on ALL ABOUT BRIAGENN:
Drunken Undergrad, I, along with every other future, current, and past Bobcat, would love to take the time to respond to your “Dear OU (of Ohio)” article.…

An open response to “Dear OU (of Ohio)”

Originally posted on Just Say It.:
Read the article I’m responding to here. (For some reason my wordpress keeps adjusting the hyperlink’s web address, you can follow this link to find the article: https://thedrunkenundergrad.wordpress.com/2015/03/16/dear-ou-of-ohio/) *Disclaimer: I…

How I Afford to Travel… And You May Not Like What I’m Going To Say

Originally posted on Kate from the States:
The honest truth – I never have the money I need to travel, but I buy the ticket anyway. I’ve realized that money comes and goes,…

How to be “less busy.”

The tune flooded into my ear buds and I slowed my pace from a run to a walk. A slow walk, I was huffing and breathing as the sounds of Judy Garland reached…

you are more than just one thing;

Beauty begins the moment you start being yourself. It’s a lesson hard learned, and one that has become a constant struggle to stay loyal to. Being 16, like most teenage girls, I thought… Continue reading

Untitled. For too many good reasons.

I am a girl who has only ever known how to want big things. I used to apologize for that. I remember lying barefoot on the hardwood floor of my childhood bedroom, palms…