to never paying the bill to always having to look up to bras held by tiny hooks to pointy shoes in place of sneakers to “make me a sandwich” to dresses and having to cross legs to lipstick and blush to mask imperfections to pear shaped body to flowers and butterflies to chocolate being the cure-all solution, rather than words to the hours of managing hair that aren’t refundable...
[[MORE]] “I contemplated photography for a while and ultimately decided that I should pursue something that - no offense, Meghan - can ultimately make a difference and do something for people” something like this was relayed to me upon coming home from my critique last night. I usually don’t let these sort of things get under my skin; “impractical” and “not a...
what are you afraid to say?
future reminder i want to make sure I don’t ever forget this [[MORE]] so today something strange happened to me. I was walking to a meeting that I had at 8pm outside the dorms. I was already running a little late, but I slowed down when I heard some muffled, uneven, breaths; the kind of breaths you take when you’re crying but are trying to stifle your sadness. I turn around to see...
1. learn to type 60 words a minute or better 2. write something everyday: rant, poem, journal, prayer, whatever 3. learn to listen 4. get a job to pay the bills
i was doing some research into my name for an essay for my creative nonfiction class. meghan is a bastardization of meg which is a pet name for margaret. the name margaret comes from the Greek word “margarites” which translates to pearl. therefore, my name roughly means “little pearl”. until people discovered how to synthetically farm pearls, they were a very rare find...
[[MORE]] i’m so sick that i want to cry and i still need to sleep through tonight. i fell asleep at 7pm because i was so exhausted and i don’t feel rested at all. my neighbor is blasting rap music but i’m afraid that if i get up i’m going to almost pass out because that has happened like 3 times today. also my throat is swollen closed and i can’t talk. i need to...
because i’m human but you know what? i might be selfish and i might be a little cold but i don’t deserve to be treated this way
i’m not perfect. i never will be. i am shy. other people make me nervous sometimes. there are times when i don’t put effort into fixing my disheveled hair and admittedly i curse a little more than a lady should. it sucks that i don’t mean as much to you as you do to me. it sucks that you won’t talk with me at all. it sucks that i don’t even know what i did wrong. i...
i hate instagram
the funny thing about coming home is seeing the familiar in a new light. places hold memories. new jersey even smells a little different. nostalgia overflow. i pass the place where i broke up with my first boyfriend and remember that overwhelming sense of relief and the tears that stung my eyes. i go by the park bench i’d read Bukowski at on Sunday mornings while my parents thought i was...
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jonouchikatsuya: “M-Mitt!” Rick stuttered, “This is wrong… and we both have wives.” A soft blush spread across Rick’s face. Mitt’s hand gently caressed Rick’s cheek. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes. “Rick, no one will know of our secret love.” Mitt and Rick shyly looked away from… i can’t handle this
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man