Essay

      Family is always most important to people. You're raised by them, with them, and for them. They love each other, care for one another, suck up to them when they want something.

I saw (or, well. Keep seeing) something rather tickling on TikTok. Girls—women, of all races, sexualities, ages, and creeds—were talking about children. More importantly, they were talking about not having them.

Inside the British Museum, past the Egyptian and Near East artifacts, you will come across a room.  Room 19, to be exact. And in that room, you will encounter several perfectly fine art pieces, but in the middle, there is a statue.

DN24. R6. The metal numbers are still there. Clinging faithfully to the wooden electric post, tacked down with more fervor, probably by someone tired of the defeated, dangling look of them, rather than the city. My gas station cup of Dr.

One afternoon, a friend of mine asked, rather cynically, “Why should we care about the humanities?” Aren’t we “wasting” our dear time painting pictures, writing novels, and endlessly debating philosophical issues?

My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.

The traits of a hero can depend on many variables, do they have to have super-natural abilities or not? Are they 100% human, or are they not of this world?

The perfect Saturday for me looks something like this: Early morning wake up, maybe 5:30 or 6 o’clock, throw on comfy clothes, probably PJs, and watch the sun rise for a bit.

The person who inspires me the most right now is an amazing woman named Amit Elore. She is a 2024 Olympic gold medalist in women's wrestling, along with many more national and international gold medals in wrestling.

I was thinking- is it okay to be cruel to somebody if it's to protect them from something even worse?

I have a cat, and I miss him. I should be reading a short story for one of my classes, and I have a half-eaten burger in front of me, but I am thinking, only, of my cat.

Hey. So, it’s me. Like always. Also, it’s 12:30. I’m sure you’ll remember that, like always, I would love to be able to sleep. Maybe you’ll just give me another hour or two? See, I had things to do. Poetry. A portfolio.