pressing play: volume three

Last month, the indie folk band Fleet Foxes released their first album in six years, The Crack-Up.  I was ecstatic when I randomly went to their Spotify page and found the album - after they released Helplessness Blues in 2011, the band more or less fell off the radar. The Crack-Up doesn't stray too far from Fleet Foxes' initial…

Post-diploma life: where I’ve been & what I’ve learned

Last Sunday I woke up and realized that two years had passed since my last day of high school. And since I'm a nostalgic person and a chronic overthinker, I couldn't help but feel so strange. It was a kind of feeling that wasn't quite melancholic but still gutted me. There's so much pressure to…

the melancholic truth of modern dating

After weeks of having internal debates with myself, I finally caved and downloaded Tinder on my phone last month, a little after my trip to New York. It wasn't an easy decision to make, since I've heard plenty of Tinder horror stories about dates gone wrong, and I had no idea what would come out…

wilting or growing? identifying toxic relationships

  When the word toxic comes to mind, we think of poison, or something that’s bad for us. But more often than not, that something can turn out to be a someone. Or in worst cases, more than one someone. The people in your life are supposed to make you grow, and bring out the…

pressing play: volume two

Spring in Cleveland is a contradiction within itself. Rather than rays of sun and buds emerging on trees, you get lots of rain and frustratingly cold temperatures. Although the vernal equinox already hit the northern hemisphere, the dresses in my closet are impatiently waiting to be worn again, tights be damned, and eager brunch-goers are…