What’s up, hoes. Where do I begin? The things I’m been consuming lately: I’m currently, slowly making my way through n+1’s The …

Is the club ever jumpin’ at 11:30, like Beyonce says? In Jumpin’, Jumpin’, by Destiny’s Child.  When we were coming back from brunch, I was…

The mind really is a breezeway.  There’s a Boiler Room set I watched on YouTube with the most eclectic mix of all time–it was ¥ØU$UK€ …

The point is to sit down to write. You can think of something you want to write about—something grand, something that speaks some truth to life …

I’ve been trying to keep mental track of my dreams lately, and I’m finding I’m doing a better job of remembering them, but they’re usually odd and …

Today, I think I lost the post-vacation brain glow. That’s ok, though, since I’ll be going to Japan in less than a month. We’ve settled back into …

I was talking to my boyfriend yesterday on the phone. A long time ago, maybe last year, he said that if his life was a song, this would be the …

Now that I’m older and my dreams a little more dead, I realize the importance of being outside. I think about how the relationship I have with my …

I don’t know why occasionally I try to deny some parts of myself. Like right now. I decided to smoke weed. And write. I think that’s one of the …

“I learned just as much from them as they learned from me. I’m a cold motherfucka though. But the people I’m with are cold too, they’re a …

I’m sitting on the roof with a bottle of wine. Inside, my overpriced Marshall speaker is playing “The Metronome” by Pinegrove. I can hear it …

It’s 5:40 AM. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. I got taken off the schedule at work–something I knew had to happen but nonetheless made …

I’m not sure where to start. I could start with my feelings of trying to vindicate myself: of trying to convince myself, prove to my own body, that…

Thinking about things. Holding space here. Lyrical, poetic genius that goes unrecognized. Keep going. Thinking about all the talented people I …

Time will tell, but from my experience time is a very reluctant communicator. And I’m impatient. By the time it takes time to divulge something to …

On not getting it till you feel it, you’re in the swirl.  It’s been a minute. And by a minute, I mean six months, about. I’m trying to turn…

We begin at the surprisingly clean apartment of a very talented friend. Dalia is sitting at her computer, working on her copywriting job, while I …

Any music is good music, any art is good art. You just have to be willing to make it. And leaving it unfinished for now is okay. The only thing …