You have to know when to end things, and you have to follow through with it.
For the past five-ish years, I have worked in the hellish, uncertain landscape known as the media industry. I have written for well over a dozen publications. None have made me feel more valued for my work than Autostraddle.
When everything starts moving too fast, I like to walk on bridges.
I didn’t know then that Devon would become one of those women in my life who’s there for good, who I could not text for months and then suddenly dive right back in with. One of those friends who would show up, who would stay.
Over the past four years, I fell in love, traveled many places, had my heart broken, unraveled. I also ate a lot of seafood platters. Here are some of them.
Embrace a little chaos without getting in trouble with your therapist.
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it is perfectly fine and legal to ask someone for directions when you are lost.
For when wiping the slate completely clean isn’t really an option.
This cold-pressed, organic, lacto-fermented, natural, biodynamic, raw juice is the answer to all my problems, surely.
It’s like bullet journaling except not at all!
Become a kitchen top, even if just for one day.
If you are seeking wise, wholesome advice about heartbreak, this is admittedly not the right place to find it today.
You’d be surprised the kind of memories that can be sparked by a simple phrase or even by the look and feel of a book.
While recovering from being cheated on, you’re honestly best off bingeing unscripted cooking series or documentaries about serial killers or just not watching TV at all and instead playing The Sims, where you can create your own fantastical world where nobody cheats and where if they do there are immediate consequences.
How many cups of tea does it take to get to the center of what’s really wrong? A lot.
Here’s a secret: The best parties actually have no occasion attached (sometimes the occasion is that you feel dead inside).
Bear with me here.
Fill your space with candles, because sometimes you just need to watch something burn.
Once you start going to karaoke every week, you can process your emotions in real-time via song just like a character in a movie musical.
Listening to the same song on a ceaseless loop is intensely satisfying.
If you’re going to be emotionally raw for the rest of the day, why not surround yourself with devastatingly beautiful art to cauterize those wounds?