Nobody talks about the single friend. Not in a way that’s truly relevant. Sure, there’s discourse on shit like: third wheeling, coping with occasional loneliness, being interrogated on who you’re dating, and if nobody, then why you’re not dating (because I’m still getting my shit together, Charli!)….
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La luna
It’s been a month since you died. I wondered why the moon looked so pretty last night. As it was the night you left. And the night we said goodbye. I asked Riss for the location of your burial site, but maybe the moon was…
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alone
I love being alone. When I’m alone, I can play whatever music I want. With no one in my ear asking to skip this song. With no pressure to find something for everyone to jam along. No spidey-senses searching for vibes that feel off. No…
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The Siren & Sailor
Sometimes I think I’m ready to love again… I exude this confidence, this elegance. In my walk and my very essence. It’s the reflection in the mirror and my warped shower head staring back at me with that same smile. Same tilted head. That familiar…
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starting a blog as accidental hypocrite
I watched another one of Anna Howard’s YouTube videos. The genius who made that digital garden video that inspired me to relaunch my creative path and start this blog? Yeah, that one. She’s amazing and I love her content, perspectives, and the way her mind…
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Music as a catalyst rather than a distraction
I watched this YouTube video earlier about this girl who did a science experiment on herself and didn’t listen to music for 3 months! Can you believe that? It was interesting. I definitely won’t be doing that personally but it was a new concept I’ve…
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the overvaluing of romantic + undervaluing of platonic relationships
Why do we so easily overvalue our romantic relationships while dismissing our platonic ones?
In my previous article, where I discussed my natural curiosity and frustration with those who lack it (especially friends), I…
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rebirth
Never a muse but a crutch, holding up the weight of others’ addictions. Skeletons. Hoarding their lifelines.Both a sign of their greatness yet a reminder of their failures“You make it look so easy,” they’d say as I drowned in their sorrows and lifted them afloat…
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the components of great conversation
I was feeling frustrated for about the past 24 hours. Yesterday, I was on FaceTime with a friend catching up and I got to talking about how I decided to name my blog ‘accidental hypocrite’, what inspired it, reactivating my old accounts of the same…
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