Not all of us were born angsty (think Paul Jason Klein), but I, however, am one of them. I am a pessimist to my core and love to have a good cry. I’m pretty sure studies have proven that crying is good for you. It probably makes you smarter. My dreams, on the other hand,
Do you ever come across an image and become entranced? Stunned? Thrown off your rocker? I’ve had moments like this (which come few and far between), but there are a group of photographers that are guaranteed to make me stop in my tracks. I am constantly looking for new images to create collages out of,
Why is the question always “Are you a Carrie, Samantha, Miranda or Charlotte?” I don’t know a single person that resembles only one. Sex and the City works for just that reason; the characters are a compilation of characteristics all women encompass…the good, the bad and the naughty. GIF Via WeHeartIt Of course, there are
As a woman in my twenties, I have a lot of life left to live. I want to see the sparkling lights of the Eiffel Tower at night (again), go to a strip club with my girlfriends and try more street food that is bound to give me food poisoning. I want to learn another
I often find myself having conversations with friends concerning which shows we are currently obsessing over. The issue, however, is that once you find that one amazing show, it inevitably ends. When I’m in a show rut, I always revert back to my all-time favorites: Sex and the City, Friends, The Office and New Girl.
What is it to be a woman? Does it simply mean we can bear offspring? Is it solely based on our genitalia? Some people certainly view it this way. They view women in a clinical, stereotypical manner, with no room for growth or individuality. But who’s to say that’s all we are? Aren’t we so
I must admit, I pulled that title out of my a**. It’s 100% a total and complete lie. Up until the age of about 15, getting me to sit down and read a book was like pulling teeth. I hated sitting still for long periods of time and often found myself losing focus. Have you
My sister stands out in our family. I have straight blonde hair, she has curly black hair. My parents, brothers and I have light eyes, and she has brown eyes. I have white skin, and she has black skin. You get the picture – she was adopted. Eleven years ago, I met my favorite person.
Who’s to say that nudity and self-love don’t go hand in hand? I’m sick and tired of being told people can see my nipples (about 15% of people I meet probably do – most likely because I don’t own any bras). I’m not actively showing them, but if by God’s grace they happen to make an appearance – so