A friend once shared something that hit home: “You can’t expect to be happy in a relationship until you’re happy with yourself.”
This truth was hard to swallow.
For years, I searched...
Learning to be alone isn’t easy, and it feels even harder during a holiday dedicated to love. But love isn’t only romantic — it deserves to be celebrated in all its forms.
Somewhere along the line, we were sold the idea that romantic love is the ultimate prize and that being single is some kind of failure. We’ve been conditioned to think that if you're not in a relationship, you're somehow incomplete. But, here’s the truth — romantic love is just one kind of love. It’s not the centerpiece of life unless you make it that way. Honestly, that’s a pretty fragile foundation to build your happiness on.
Condé Nast’s merge with champion music publication Pitchfork threatens to kill the spirited focus on the underground music scene that made Pitchfork worth reading.
It’s that time of year again –– muahahahaha –– sorry for the maniacal laugh. I just love Christmas time so much that it makes me crazy. Crazy in a good way. Crazy in a Holiday Cheer way.
When purchasing a pack of cards, some Squinkies, or Shopkins, you could never be sure about what exactly you were going to get. There is a vast appeal in the blind bag, an appeal that still persists in the form of gambling, subscription boxes and even Tinder.
Working in a candy store, seeing Harriet the not-so-little kid coming in every day, gave me
greater hope for my looming adulthood. It’s not an impending doom the way people make it out to be, telling me to cherish my youth and not wish it all away. But I know better than they do that it’s entirely in my control.
The Eras Tour quickly became more than just music, and instead a celebration of girlhood, bringing thousands of women together under the umbrella of Taylor Swift.
In this household devoid of literacy, where no one could distinguish the difference between simple Chinese characters like “己” and “已” an unexpected obsession cultivated within a young boy — my brother.
