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Why We Have to Let Go of Our Soul Mates

Photo by Noemi Gonzalez. Perhaps you’ve felt it. A strange mystical connection with a person you just can’t seem to ignore. It’s difficult to understand but it’s there, instant, intense and vibrant. You hit it off right away and it’s as if you’ve known each other your entire life. But then things start to get hard, really hard. And soon, you find yourself in more pain and heartache over this person and less of the love and laughter you used to have. But this connection. This connection. It’s undeniable. It’s cosmic. It’s real. But the truth is, it’s not good for you. And at some point, you need to let go. Advertisements

6 Signs That Just May Prove You Have a F–kboy on Your Hands

{PART ONE} This past weekend has been quite a reflective one. I don’t know about you but I still have the shakes after Adele dropped that track on us like we ain’t got jobs…like how you gonna impose on my day like that? I had no choice but to watch that music video all night and cry while eating Taco Bell and Talenti Pumpkin Pie gelato. God, Adele, why do this?

Know Your Worth

I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. It’s not that I had been stricken with guilt and madness; I was completely overcome with peace. It was just the part of me that had to say it, the part of me that needed to be released so my heart could let go. My mind had already moved on, ideas spreading around in my head like a summer mister, lubricating my imagination and preparing my creativity to head in a new direction. Today, I was going to quit.

You’re So Vain, You Probably Think This Blog Is About You

The story begins with a simple blog announcement. I announced on this lovely blog that you’re reading, that I would be posting a story called, “My Summer Fling with Chandler Bing.” The story (which got great hits by the way, thanks for reading! And if you haven’t read it yet click here, lovah) was about my New York City love affair with a boy from Boston. So tell me why I get a phone call from a boy who was clearly pressed and was no way part of my summer in NYC, talking about some ” I saw your announcement for My Summer Fling with Chandler Bing and it better not be about me.”