Since the beginning of time, artists and musicians and writers and anyone of the creative persuasion have been getting credit for the works that they (we?) produce. In fact, publications and records and entire museums are in existence for the sole purpose of showcasing exactly what we spend our time on, when the truth is … Continue reading
My head is filled with ruins.
Most of them, I built with you. At the beginning of almost every entry I write, I proclaim sort of apologetically that it’s been a while since the last time I took time to jot down my thoughts. But in reality, there are so many outlets that I use to express how I’m feeling on … Continue reading
Is this love?
Tonight as I was laying in bed, attempting to go to sleep early because I haven’t been feeling so hot, I stumbled upon this amazing quote. It said, “The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.” Think about that for a second. And another. When I … Continue reading
The destruction is endless, for miles, and he can’t be saved.
God it’s been years since I’ve been so fucking… “inspired.” I look back at my senior year of college in both envy and sadness. I was plagued with one of the worst bouts of depression of my life, but damn did I write a lot. I’m happy (ironically) to say that I’m writing more in … Continue reading
Those were the days, when love used to reign…
Love is a crazy thing. It makes you completely ignore the most insane bullshit that just keeps happening over and over (and over) again. I can only count on one hand how many times this “L” word has happened to me, but each time it does, I find myself completely devastated and emotionally abused to … Continue reading
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, This letter comes from your daughter. The young woman who lives on her own in Manhattan, barely surviving physically, financially and emotionally. Your daughter who, for the last 15 years, has raised your son, my brother. The daughter who has been the matriarch of our immediate family. The daughter who doesn’t know what … Continue reading
I’ll walk through fire to save my life
Hello from the dark place. My poor hair has finally met its dying limit (according to the “esteemed” consultant at Shampoo Avenue B) so I decided to take things in a different and more permanent direction. I got pierced. Not once. Not twice. Three times. It’s a trail of cute little diamond studs, in size … Continue reading
Ingrid
Isn’t time supposed to heal? Isn’t time supposed to make it all go away? Make you feel more confident about the decisions that you’ve made in your life? Well, if that’s the case, me and “time” are in a fight. Not one of the disagreements that can be fixed with a hug or a bowl … Continue reading
Pretty Hurts
2014. What a badass year. I wrote a post the other day that was in the same vain as one I put up a year ago, and while it made me laugh and all of it was absolutely true, it still left me with some thoughts that I feel like I could have touched upon … Continue reading
Don’t lock yourself out of your apartment without a bra on… and everything else I learned in 2014.
Hello, everyone. In typical Becky fashion, I am back to write my ritualistic annual recap of the last year. While it doesn’t need to be stated, I will say anyway that it always blows my mind how much changes from month to month, let alone year to year. In an effort to make this bad … Continue reading
The Four Eleven 