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The things we love are beautiful because we love them. As a people, we assign beauty and give it meaning…

Sometimes, yes, I feel sad and like I’m losing a part of my life when I finish a book, especially the ones in which I feel the deepest connections. But, eventually, I get excited to choose my next read…

At this time of year, there is no warm air or campfires or woodland hikes to make me feel that my stay on Earth may be infinite…

Really, you’d think we were animals, tearing our teeth into creatures made smaller than us…

I know déjà vu is a genuine feeling everyone experiences, but it has become stronger than that as of late. Anymore, it feels like every day is the exact same, that every moment has been lived…

Alternate title: On Being Ready for the World to End

It is so terribly hard to understand oneself and one’s place in the world. Your inner thoughts are all-consuming and seemingly what determines how you move through life. But what if your thoughts do not align with your actions?

I want to know with absolute certainty what is going to happen to me after I die. Not my physical body, but my soul…

Is there no such thing as a feral person anymore?

Oftentimes, the extraordinary comes unexpectedly and much sooner than you could have anticipated…

There’s just something magical about hearing your name spoken into existence and carried by the wind…

Is there anyone who’s capable of loving another person without–even if subconsciously–seeking approval of their love?

By default, does girlhood come with perpetual sadness?

A connection between two souls, once formed, becomes an unchangeable, immovable love.

An endless number of versions of ourselves exist in the minds of others…

We should define first impressions differently. The person you thought you met before wasn’t me…