Happy people are beautiful people but what about the rest of us ?

We’re the ones innately sad.

There are people who always look Instagram happy. I just coined that term, but I’m sure you all know what that means. You know, the type of happy that resonates perfection? The girl who travels the world, snaps a photo of her 10 out of 10 body on a sailboat in Thailand while her perfect other half has a tan like an underwear model from Miami.

So there are THOSE types of happy people, but seriously, what about the rest of us? Are we not considered “beautiful people” just because we’re not oversharing nor touching up photos for an hour before posting? What is so wrong with people like us that we do not get celebrated?

I choose to listen to sad songs because they are relatable. I choose to be introverted and not go out on a bright and early Saturday morning because I like tuning out all the bullshit in the world.

Inherently sad people are beautiful as well. We’re the ones writing compelling prose touching the hearts of many. We’re the ones crafting together masterpieces meant to be interpreted by the beholder.

Sad people are just as if not more, beautiful than happy people. So what if there’s a twinge of sadness as we go about our day?

I am totally okay being a naturally sad person because bullshit quotes about “beautiful people are happy people & vice versa” do not define us all.

I rather celebrate with a book, cuddled in a blanket, and feel the emotions evoked by characters in these stories because that’s who I am and there’s nothing wrong or ugly about that.


The kind of person you need to be with

I can be a carefree child.

A heartbroken, doe-eyed teenager.

A jaded successful professional.

With you I’m 6 and running wild with inappropriate jokes, giggling til my abs hurt and cheeks burn.

With you I’m 15 and crying about why boys don’t value my attention, listening to your wisdom til my eyes dry and frown wavers.

With you I’m 29 and distilling what it takes to break the glass ceiling, discussing goals for the future til we gulp down single malt misery that we’re losing time as it catches up faster and faster year over year.

With you I’m 6, 15, and 29.

With you I am every age of myself and every facade of who I am. You’ve peeled every layer, knocked down the sturdiest walls, and embraced every molecule that is my being.

With you is who I choose to turn 72 with. This is where I want to be, because only with you am I all these ages and more.

Loneliness in a Relationship

You made me feel like I lived a very lonely life. I felt alone most of the time- even surrounded by friends. When I was with you, there was a part of me that no longer wished to be with you. I questioned myself why at the time but didn’t understand it until now.

3 months post breakup and I’m finally getting to know myself. The person I should’ve been watching out for. In these 3 months I’ve filled it with so many great memories from traveling to the east coast to celebrate my birthday to going out more with people I rarely would ever dream of going out with.

I was itching to run, but at the time I felt so dependent on you. Maybe it wasn’t you who held me captive in the relationship but myself for not being strong enough to move on long after the ship had already sailed.

I was lonely IN our relationship because you didn’t care about me. You said you did, but your actions didn’t. All the times we were hanging out, it was on your terms. Your video games. Your VR set. Your friends because you didn’t like MY friends.

You liked to stay up late watching stupid adult cartoons, so I always went to bed alone. I woke up earlier in the day since I’m a morning person and had coffee while I read. We wouldn’t say hello until 3 hours after the fact. Then I’d be hungry for lunch but you’ve just started your day and wanted your “alone” time to smoke weed and go on reddit.

Reflecting back on the two and half years I spent with this routine, I’ve learned to never compromise my weekends again. Those four walls confined me for so long that I settled. I lost the will to go out and explore novel things. I got so used to the quiet and the same insane thing over and over again that I lost my voice to speak up because I simply just gave up.

Then I met someone. He doesn’t mean a single thing to me – I barely even know him. But we have fun. We talk about work, hobbies… interests…

….then he holds me to sleep at night.

Something you’ve never done. The excuse was always you’re not comfortable and that you wanted to sleep.

I wake up in his arms.

Something that’s never happened to us.

I wake up in his arms every time we sleep on the same bed.

How can someone so new

..already fit better than you?



When it smells like Autumn…

Lorelai Gilmore had a special gift. As soon as she smelled snow, her and her daughter Rory Gilmore would look up at the sky and almost within that instant as they peered above, snow would sift down dusting their coats and scarves.

That icon from Gilmore Girls transcended through the seasons as a bookmark if you will, that set her personality apart from others.

Lorelai is the rambunctious happy go lucky character that’s independent and fierce. I remember desiring someone like that to be in my life.

Recently, the seasons gradually changed from summer to fall and though LA still has the warm atmosphere floating around, I started to smell autumn.

It’s truly a blissful time of year and quite frankly, my favorite season.

  1. The air is cooler granting a wardrobe overhaul with cute hats, scarves and of course, boots.
  2. The color palette switches from glittering yellows and beachy blues to a warm brown and vibrant orange.
  3. Halloween decorations have kicked off in retail reminding us that soon enough Holiday Seasons is right around the corner.
  4. Cuddle weather with hot cocoa and thin mints to complement the sweetness
  5. My famous spiked apple cider to soothe our bones when it gets too chilly
  6. The nights are spent by candlelight indoors reading for the introverts
  7. and my absolute favorite reason: love. I feel an overwhelming aura of love during autumn. Maybe because my spirits are lifted from the season, but it just feels amazing.

When next year’s fall rolls around, do you think you’ll smell autumn?

9.17.2017 I’m Back

I’m starting to think my blog needs an overhaul and tons and tons of TLC… truth be told I’m not a great designer so this might be a long journey.


These days, I’m treating myself better now that I’m 2 months post-breakup and soaring new sights with these unclipped wings.

I recently finished out the Young Elites trilogy by Marie Lu., which motivated me to really want to start writing again. I want to take a moment and praise Lu’s character arc for Adelina. It was so raw and powerful to see the transformation. Without spilling too much, Adelina is the human we all are. There are times we’re filled with rage and no sense of logic can block the warpath were on, and at other times we put on the brave face and wear strength on our sleeves even though we’re dying a miserable death on the inside. Adelina portrays the emotions we’ve all had growing up, especially when faced with sudden betrayal. I love that she is someone you hate and love. She is a hero and a villain in her own right. It’s a beautiful piece and a quick read because you’ll find it hard to put down! (For those who’ve already read this series, I’ve started on Warcross and so far it’s out of this world ~literally~) 

So from there, I want to start treating my blog as a second job and go after my dreams: create stories and characters that are multiple facades of who I am. Then share it here to inspire others or just provide those with a curiosity for my narratives a decent read.

It took me months after scoring my double pirouette to be steady with a triple and just like ballet training, if I keep writing every day, I’ll get better. I’ll feel better. And I’ll have the confidence to share my short stories.

First one up? Check out the link to Unclipped Wings. It’s a short story I wrote in 2013. Stay tuned bloggers! 🙂



Why Snapchat Is Still My Favorite Platform

In 2005*, Myspace was life. It was politics at age 15 where we played switcheroo everyday after school online reordering who our new top 8 was for the day. It made new best friends, wrecked relationships, and punched a whole lot of passive aggression during my adolescence.

In 2006, Facebook was everything. It was the hip, new, modern platform we all eagerly joined. We were told, “all the college kids are on it,” so naturally the teen population transitioned on to greener pastures from Myspace. It allowed us to share comments, add friends, view pictures and historically archive basically everything. It was the toxic addiction for us. We used it as a way to overly share and gloat about our daily lives and new friendships.

In 2011, picturesque social platform Instagram joined the lineup and threw competition at friends and family. Share pictures-add a filter-get likes. Somehow, somewhere down the line, it became a shower of other people’s accomplishments that I could no longer stomach. It gave me unrealistic deadlines for my own life. The likes feature also made me feel awful when the instant gratification just didn’t deliver to my expectations.

Then, in 2014, Snapchat found me and rescued me from it all. It allowed me to share my day to friends without the fear that everything will be discoverable in the future. I wanted to share my life, but I loved that Snapchat only allowed me to share for 24 hours before it’s gone. No more stalkers, no more haters.

The filters gave me silly new identities that created freshness in this new age of social media. I loved stepping outside my comfort zone and being truly silly with the various filters to play with. Snapchat doesn’t aggregate my likes for everyone to see, it doesn’t throw up numbers for the public to know how many followers I have or don’t have, and it doesn’t send me notifications that my videos has been viewed xxx times. I’m already antsy about getting texts back from specific people in my life, I don’t need a useless notifications about where I rank in view count.

Snapchat leaves us alone to truly appreciate the platform for what it is. A medium to connect me to all my friends without fear, competition, and anxiety.

Snapchat is still my favorite platform despite all the speculations from Adweek on how each service is performing. Snapchat offers introverts what the others can’t: stress free peace with a touch of humor to keep the day going.

*Timeline does not reflect the start of these platforms. They’re representative of when I created my accounts.

The new love trend: Love Bombing

Back in my first couple years post college, I would literally not have anything to do at work and constantly end up falling back to Elite Daily. Now? Given my busy 11 hour work schedule, I get ED newsletter subscriptions curated to select the top articles for that week.

This week, in particular, a post really carved in my stomach and pulled out my gut.

Love Bombing– the new love trend. So first there was ghosting, then breadcrumbing (seriously WTF?) and now there’s LOVE BOMBING. So what the living hell is this?

Taken from Elite Daily: Love bombing is a form of romantic manipulation in which your partner showers you with love from the get-go, only to have things go south fast, according to the New York Post.

Psychiatrist Dale Archer explained in a Psychology Today post that this happens when someone tries to win your affection by showering you with “love, attention, presents and promises about the future.”

Why the sudden urge to punch myself in the throat?

Well, I never knew there was a term for the same cycle I fall into with well, almost every person I think I’m falling for.

They always over-promise, under deliver.

They always shower with so much attention you’re about to drown in their TLC, like it’s waterfall. (yes I went there)

Based on the extended article from Psychology Today, it seems the love bomber is an insecure manipulator that just wants to make themselves seem like a great catch.

First, wow. What a reality check for me.

Second, dear god. This is the REAL fuck boy!! Fuckboys get so much hate for barely texting back, flaking, cute man buns, grungy beards, and massive flirting but at least they don’t swear by a future with you 3 minutes after meeting you and tell you you’re the one.

Lesson learned. Stay the F away from Love Bombers and take things slower…

Shit, can’t tell which one is easier to work on between the two.