Come with me…

…and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination… Pure imagination. What even is that? For no matter how hard I dream, I don’t know if I could fully dream without restriction. Even my dream dreams have restrictions. Love is weird. Not much else to say. It’s weird. And it can be sad. It makes…

I call that shit God

Lately, I’ve been having somewhat of an identity crisis. With my hair. As a black female, I change it a lot. As a black female with short–but not too short–hair, I can do a lot with it. Braids, curls, etc. etc. Recently, I’ve gotten into wearing this big wig. Now, the reason for this is…

A Day of Love

I expected to feel alone or empty a lot of today. I actually did at certain parts of the day. Texting my friends and seeing how many people I wasn’t seeing on the day of love made me a touch sad. However, an amazing thing happened in the late morning. It started earlier in the…