Sorry to personal essay haters but have you considered that if i don’t write about love i’ll die

being punished for my fun and flirty hedonistic tendencies with a recurring bacterial infection

my ballet flat tan is making me feel like a better person

my year of ex boyfriends and antibiotics

ye olde photo booth selfye

I love smoking cherry cigarettes and taking my birth control pill

Let women shave. Let heterosexuals love. Let men be masculine. Let me be given 500 dollars. Can I have 500 dollars. Give me five hundred dollars

Norman Finkelstein, 2008

Poems by Parnia Abbasi, a 23-year-old Iranian poet killed by Israel today: pamenarpress.com/post/parnia-ab…

airport bar espresso martini 9:30 am

in farsi the word for american means waspy so when my mom asks if the guy i’m seeing is american i have to be like no he’s jewish

i should be able to purchase shallots at golden bear cafe

i have leftist bisexual woman syndrome (chronic pain&oyster addiction)

Marx failed to consider.. failed to consider... [my eyes land on one of the 150 mirrors in my room, my perfect beautiful beautiful perfect reflection staring back, my hand caresses my cheek] me

need to start my grad school apps need to start doing pilates again need to remember that Love Is The Highest Of All Virtues (that’s what it says on my friend’s teabag)

used my spare time to memorize a poem by keats the other day and now I just recite it to myself and it feels like having a secret lover

aloof wife autumn

zohran campaign made me enroll in arabic class