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  • Why the Bad Man Hurts

    Why the Bad Man Hurts

    In a darkly lit restaurant on West 4th street lies a restaurant with disappointing tortilla, but heaven-sent chorizo. It was filled with booming college kids downing Sambuca, some fearful of the flames emitting from the glass. But my focus remained on the boy sat in front of me, sipping a virgin Piña colada with tears…

  • Runaway

    What have you chosen to get to this point in your life? That’s a bit of an absurd question, considering how long you’ve lived just to reach me right here. I have lost track of all I have done to arrive at this very moment. But I’ve observed from the past that I possess a…

  • Snippet of Uncertainty

    Snippet of Uncertainty

    I find it intriguing how children have the ability to remind us of the fact we all still possess some type of innocence, regardless of age. The constant battles bestowed each day makes us grow weary and forgetful of who any of us were years prior. How beautiful. How amazing it is to hold the…

  • To a Serendipitous Life

    To a Serendipitous Life

    Upon the beginning of the new year, I saw the usual euphoria erupting through the beauty of beginnings. I was one who was ready to bid a riddance to this impossibly long year. But upon taking another look, I saw such growth and accomplishment through the little months that dwindled through my fingertips. I began 2016…

  • A Manifesto

    A Manifesto

    Photo by Jackson Benning   I. Giving up all your happiness and submitting to everyone else’s wishes won’t do you any good. It’s your life. You need to figure out how to live it. If you’re not happy, no one is really going to care. Fix yourself, take care of yourself. II. Words are meaningless.…

  • You’re Out There

    You’re Out There

    Photo by Kayla Edmonston   Not so recently, I have come to the conclusion that I am not satisfied by the life I live. Over the years, I have grown closer to the realization that I have to leave where I am. I have to get out of this bubble of a home. Once, I was…

  • One Day, Far Away

    One Day, Far Away

    Upon the idea of the future, far beyond graduation and college, I feel my chest falling into itself.  My heart grows heavy, but not with sadness. It flourishes with joy, with relief, that I have the ability to make this possible one day. It’s a cry of hope that there is more to my life than what…

  • Diane, Diane, Diane

    Diane, Diane, Diane

    Before reading about the life of Diane Arbus, I didn’t know how to feel about her. I had seen numerous amounts of her photographs, but I couldn’t feel a connection to them whatsoever. Even though I could see their ingenious qualities, no matter how hard I reached, I couldn’t grasp that momentary shift of beautiful…

  • Who Am I Now?

    Who Am I Now?

    6/12-6/23 I really should be studying. I have a week of finals that I honestly just want to jump over. I should be worrying, but my head is somewhere else. I find my life a little funny and a bit sad. I’m constantly putting so much stress on myself, trying to get good grades because…

  • Love, Hate, Love

    Love, Hate, Love

    Photo by Julie Kim   Up above, you can see a picture of me laughing. At first, I found this picture absolutely appalling. What kind of expression am I making? But as I continued to look, it grew on me. I saw it as beautiful in a sense. I loved the way my body looked.…