Dear Turners, I open this by saying I'm sorry about what you are currently going through. No family should have to deal with such stress. Having to witness your child going through something as horrific as you are must be testing. It must break your heart to see someone you probably still think of as your baby being hurt and his future shattered....
No matter what age you are, at some point you will find things that remind you of your past self. Photos hide under beds, journals are stacked beside cd's and old plane tickets lay amongst the wires and old batteries that reside in your bottom drawer. Usually they make you sad. If not sad at least melconcholic-ly reminiscent of a time when things...
I recently read an article on The Vagenda about female guilt. If you're a woman or just want a good read then check that out here. However that piece got me thinking about what it's like to be a woman and my connotations with the word. I am an eighteen year old woman who actually hates calling myself a woman. I still live at...
Today I've been given another timed writing prompt. So I've set my timer to 5 minutes to write about time. Times a little abstract. Have you ever heard that tumblr circulating statement that time is a concept created by man? Well that fucked 13 year old Angela up. Everyone on earth has 24 hours in each day to do with what they please....
(I took this photo the last time I ever hung out successfully with my old friend group) Last summer was a weird one for me. It feels like yesterday but it's been nearly three months since Summer ended. This summer I lost some friends. Through no fault but my own. Well, initially. I won't get into the ins and outs of what happened...
Before I get into this I'd just like to say my thoughts are with those in Paris and France. What happened last night was an act of cowardice and I can't even begin to comprehend what would bring people to to perform such a vicious attack. May those who were innocently murdered rest in peace and I hope those responsible will be brought...
Sex is something that's very very personal and has different meanings to different people. Today there are so many sexualities and genders that sex no longer means penis in vagina or even penetrative sex. Sex is whatever the individual wants it to be. I won't explain all the variants of sex because, as a straight white woman, I simply don't know them all. Somehow though, and...
I'm writing this at 2:17am and although I will post this much, much later it's definitely important that you remember this whole thing was written at 2:17 am. I'm currently lying in bed, over heated but too afraid to open the window beside me for fear of whatever bugs deem my room inhabitable for the night. My boyfriend is laying beside me asleep....
