It’s sort of like solving a puzzle. When I’m done, all I want to do is tear it apart so I can do it again.
Tag Archives: love
november 1st
November is confusing with its hunched back and nostalgic gaze. Made to feel like the year’s old age, the grandma of the months.
happy birthday, baby bro
We’ve always been as thick as thieves.
dream big
My mind always goes to a bakery. It became a running joke with my friends. But I have another dream. And I’m supposed to dream big.
healthiest eating habits
My healthiest eating habit is being able to prepare a warm meal or a little something sweet, sit down with my loved ones, and share it with them.
echoes of change
Maybe “now” is much more distant. Maybe “yesterday” is nearer and “tomorrow” already in the past. – Mahmoud Darwish
go ahead
Rip the band-aid, Kejt! The expectations you set early in life will follow you forever.
Mechanical Mornings: The Alienating Reality of Burnout
I started looking at myself surgically, trying to pry everything out. I wasn’t me to myself anymore. I was another person I was dissecting, so separated from my feelings that I started feeling like a machine – a broken one, at that.
apps on silent
Also, I hate that everything is buzzing all the time and has the right to your presence at all times. No, I want to hide behind the screen and exist quietly. Let me scroll my Pinterest in peace!
… but none the wiser
When you have nothing going on for you, you can head anywhere. When you are at your rock bottom, you can only go up.
