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Saturday Swears

While participating in #NaBloPoMo, I will be doing a few weekly themed posts so I don’t have to think so hard some days. Happy Saturday Swears, folks! 731 more words

When your parents sell your childhood home, have a drink and write about it.

“Are you sad about the house?” my mother asks in a faraway voice that has a pleading undercurrent equally torn between ‘I-don’t-want-to-be-the-one-who’s-caused-you-pain,’ and, ‘please-ask-me-the-same-question-because-I’m-devastated.’ I pause, mulling over my answer as if it’s a bitter piece of my dinner that I can’t quite swallow. 272 more words


Selfie madness (JUST DO IT)


A picture taken of yourself that is planned to be uploaded to Facebook, Myspace or any other sort of social networking website. You can usually see the person’s arm holding out the camera in which case you can clearly tell that this person does not have any friends to take pictures of them so they resort to Myspace to find internet friends and post pictures of themselves, taken by themselves.

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New York doesn't love you 2.0

If someone told me that when I was 29 years old I’d be single, living in New York City, working as a manager for one the busiest and most popular restaurants in and for the most part, in love with the way my life has unfolded in the city that never sleeps, I may have laughed in your face. 727 more words


So It Happened

For almost as long as I can remember, I’ve been lusting over dainty tattoos. There’s something so feminine and badass about having a tiny little tattoo. 485 more words


You should know where I'm coming from

I sit in silence late one night (or early one morning- whichever way you spin it), furiously typing away emotions seemingly spewing from my heart. My body is trembling yet I feel oddly stable. 303 more words