dead hearts are everywhere. dead hearts are everywhere.

I'm pretty sure I speak for every single girl (and probably boy too) when I say that being single isn't easy- especially during the holidays.  There just something about the falling snow and twinkling lights that elicits PDAs, even without the help of mistletoe.  It's not that us singletons are bitter or jealous, but rather …

living alone, here in this place. i think of you, and i’m not afraid.

Closure.  This is ultimately the one thing that people seek following a break-up.  Others may want their favorite sweatshirt back, or perhaps a hot new fling, but most who have ever gotten their heart broken in the history of broken hearts will confirm that closure is the ideal parting gift. Now I can't quite say that "Cleveland" and I have …

late at night i toss and turn and dream of what i need. i need a hero. i’m holding out for a hero ’til the morning light.

I'm just going to say it.  I'm going to tell to tell you how it is.  How it's always been.  Like rapid spitfire, here are the facts of my life.  My love life- or lack thereof.  Like a game of 21 questions, I'll give my answers- without any questions being asked.  Okay, here it goes: I had my first "boyfriend" within …

if i talk really slowly, if i try real hard to make my point dear, that you have my heart. here i go. i’d tell you but you already know.

In order to write this post to the best of my ability, I must admit that I've been watching The Bachelorette this season.  Now in mentioning this, it is necessary to remind you that I've stuck with my boycott and haven't watched a single episode of The Bachelor since the Jake-Choosing-Vienna moment shook my guilty …

look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile.

About a month ago, at a bar/coffee shop five blocks away from my old apartment in downtown Columbus, eight twentysomethings sat at table engaged in laughs and conversation.  If you need a visual, picture Central Perk minus the couch and many more beer glasses than coffee mugs.  Oh, I should also point out that most of these people met …

in memoriam: sarah’s joe

Four years: The time one spends wandering those cliquey halls of high school. Four years: The (expected) number of years one roams around a college campus, mostly drunk or hungover.  So many good memories can occur in four years, but four years to my friend, Sarah, is the amount of time that she's spent mourning the loss of …

i might look the same, but i’m a little different now

This weekend while catching up on some of my DVR shows, I discovered Gemma Hayes.  Now if I haven't said it before I'll say it now, I am a quotes & lyrics girl.  You'll see this throughout my posts if you haven't noticed it already.  I believe it's the writer in me.  As Adriana said …

girls who love starbucks and boys, who love boys

For those of you know do not really know me, I'll share that I am a loyal Starbucks customer.   In fact, Adriana said to me the other day, "I don't think I've ever seen you without a coffee cup in hand."  Pure exaggeration there, but not too far-fetched. So today is Friday...which makes me think of …