300(ish) Words on Being a Leo Out of the Limelight
I am fire personified, but my town has always been sand. Dry, treacherous. My mother knew when she was going to have me. She’s always been an It Girl.
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300(ish) Words on the Process of Quitting
I want to the Easter Bunny to appear before me, erect and full of sweetness and luck. And the doorbell shatters through the room like a fallen chandelier.
300(ish) Words on Absolutely Nothing Spoken Over the Phone While I Walk Past Scary Men
I have lately been in my Carrie Bradshaw era, but only in a very distant way. I write on my silly little computer and then go out in my silly little outfits with people.
300(ish) Words on Mania
It was summer the very first time my cells began to race. I was seventeen.
300(ish) Words on Gamboling With Trisha Paytas
Never mind the silk robes and schemata and cleanliness. If I am going to worship something it is going to be filthy, worn and incredible.
300(ish) Words on Summer Ending
Unlike all of the pop stars soaked in aquamarine and cat-eyed girls, summer isn’t my favorite season. But it is the song that gets stuck in my head year-round.
300(ish) Words on 100-Degree Heat
My arms and legs get burned through car windows, and my face looks like a perpetual Margaritaville patron.
300(ish) Words Spat Out of My Window Along With Litchi Seeds
This is a green countertop, and my orange-painted toes which rest on it are a part of me. My hands are capable of doing things.
300(ish) Words on Downing Red Bull
I drink Red Bull and keep the tab, I drink Red Bull on my walks through my neighborhood.