A glimpse into the tantalizing cycle of waiting and wanting.
“But I can’t be angry forever that my dad isn’t the dad I wish he was. Anyway, did you see the last episode of Survivor?”
While in new york city, waiting in the long line for a pop-up shop with my friend who was a Shawn Mendes fanatic, I started to feel dizzy.
Welcome to deconstructed. — fostering a community that draws attention to mental health through creative writing and art & resources for marginalized groups.
a reflective poem about visibility, exigence, and superficial perfection.
Who knew that the post-COVID quarantine world would be so challenging to live in? Well, we all suspected it, but living it is a whole different story… Welcome to my poetic brain dump.
Some moments never stuck, others are vividly blazed. These are memories are stained-covered with tears, laughter and my heart. Invaluable and reflected across page.
Not every fairytale is as obvious as the ones we see on our TV screens. And not all princesses get their happy ever after.
The speaker relishes nature and human connection…
This piece was written to myself, and is a reflection of the self-hatred that I often feel as a teenage girl. It also depicts the enveloping and consuming nature of my anxiety.
This piece is a very personal reflection of a time in my life where I felt a need to be more grounded and reevaluate my relationship with eating.
A fun camping night ended up as the worst night for all and last night for one.
When my sister left for college, she left behind a learning experience for me, one that resulted in a flock of lifelong companions.
On losing a love.
Based on the ending of a real friendship, this story is about what it means to let go of nostalgia.