stories

treat me like a mimosa pudica or i'll wilt

treat me like a mimosa pudica or i’ll wilt

Tbh I kinda’ like being alone. It’s not always out of choice, but out of necessity. Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s nice meeting new people and hanging out with friends. But… people can also be really exhausting. Careless. Fickle. Insensitive.

lost? by vero silvestri

lost?

Many of us spend our lives attempting to ‘find ourselves.’ Respectfully, though, what the fuck does that mean? Is it our Purpose, with a capital P? Maybe our personalities in their final forms? Or is it that almost unattainable feeling of satisfaction that we seek? Whatever it is, it’s doing a great job at being an elusive cross to bear.

ballsy / the irresistibility of teen dramas by vero

ballsy / irresistibility of teen dramas

Do you watch teen dramas? There’s just something about them that I can’t resist. They’re corny as fuck, emotional, and generally unrealistic. Actually, they’re always unrealistic. These teens are running around doing shit you never would’ve done. Hell, you wouldn’t have the balls to do that shit now as an adult.

a year later by vero

a year later

It’s been a little over a year since the pandemic was announced. Around March 13th, the world started panicking over this virus.

liminal spaces by maria silvestri

I’ve been MIA

Let’s set the scene, make it a little intimate. I’m at home, my mom’s home, and to a certain degree, my home. Mostly her home – I’m a temporary resident, by choice, or so I say.

the vero exit

the vero exit

I’m a fan of the Irish exit. Grammarly tells me this term is outdated, so I’ll rename it as the vero exit. It’s my preferred method of exiting most locations and events, particularly parties and gatherings. The vero exit is leaving without saying goodbye. It’s really not that necessary to say goodbye.

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