The Truth About Tumblr Girls
This week, G-Eazy released a music video called Tumblr Girls, featuring cuts of beautiful sad actresses mixed with actual posts from Tumblr.
7 Tips For Self-Healing In Our Digital World
Reading can be a great form or meditation as we get lost in our imagination, and it can be very therapeutic with the right content.
My First Séance (Broke My Heart)
It’s around Thursday when my best friend Bea decides to have a Victorian séance. “I think it’ll be fun,” she says. Bea defines the world in terms of ‘fun’ and ‘not fun’. She is the kind of girl who throws wilfully obtuse theme parties, such as a ‘Reproduction’ bash that involved vases of eggs and barricading the door to the college dorms with pink and red papier-mache. At the climactic moment of the party, she burst through the door and screamed, “I’VE BROKEN THE HYMEN!”
I Always Like The Ones Who I Know Will Break My Heart
The ones that whisper goodbye with the most beautiful words. The ones who say they’ll carry your memory in their heart forever, and then leave you just like that, with a charming smile and a soft kiss.
This Is The Heartbreaking Reality Behind What Happens When You Settle For Comfort Over Love
You said you’re content. Are you really? Or are you just used to him being on the side of your life? Is this contentment that you’re feeling now?
The Truth About Focusing On Life In An Alternate Universe
The mere thought of having endless possibilities becoming a reality is quite comforting. The idea that somewhere out there, there’s a version of you actually living the way you always wanted too – experiencing true happiness.
Sometimes Soulmates Don’t Work Out
I made what I consider to this day the biggest mistake I have made in my entire life… I fell in love.
This Is Why You Deserve To Let Go
Not being able to sleep and eat and function in anything, killing your social life, wearing his shirts -just to be able to feel his presence- you are dying to be with him and would do everything just to make it happen.
Thoughts Of A Fat Girl
I will never have a first kiss. I will never get to know what love is. because, let’s face it, who would want to love me?
Smoke, Drink, Amnesia
North Vancouver and its Alpine peaks spread out in the skyline. Undulating ridges lit by moonlight. Grouse Mountain had extended their operational hours to celebrate 5cm of fresh powder; late in Spring, almost Summer. Their ski-lift fog-lights made dark-red, champagne-yellow and bright-white stars. We smoked. We talked real estate. We did not kiss.