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The Great Film Club
I’m back in the hazy, palm tree-lined city of angels, actors, models, fractured hopes, fragile egos, artists, unions, and frequent lonesome. My new roommate is a 6’1” shiny blonde girl from Michigan, who recently moved to LA to launch her modeling career. Over what should have been shallow, introductory small talk, we agreed that being…
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To Float or To Squeeze
The world is blanketed in an almost 6 am light, soft and grey. The streets are misty. The sky sways the way everything sways behind cloudy eyes when you just wake up. Except I am just going to sleep, or trying. I lay in a bed cradling myself, perfectly square white pillows under me and…
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Freedom All Along
We’re driving on the left side of the road in Malta, the sun is just about to set. The road runs through a valley in the middle of hills topped with yellow daisies. Light is reaching through the clouds. Allie is sitting next to me in the back seat of the rented white honda, she…
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The Arms That Hold You
There is safety in the presence of those who know you. There is an ease, an understanding… but in that established approval of each other, you can’t hide behind whoever it is you choose to be around new people. Old friends keep you naked, keep you honest. Since we last spoke, I transitioned from Costa…
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We Are The Drug
People tell women in their twenties that beauty and youth make us vulnerable. They say “you’re desirable,” like it’s a weakness, instead of a superpower. Wit and caution are necessary for survival, but circling the worst-case scenario like it’s the only possibility, limits the potential of our power. Years of being told “don’t provoke men…
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The Magic of Oz
The first time I went to Paris, I was moving there, I was alone, and I was seventeen. I can credit my first love and my first heartbreak to that city. Paris was older, more decadent, and revealing. Being in Paris’ embrace tickled and excited my unknowing skin but I also experienced the most frigid…
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The Bottomless Pot
On the plane to Costa Rica, I watched the documentary Stutz which breaks down a session between Jonah Hill and his therapist. They discuss the idea of “the shadow.” A version of yourself that you have a deep hatred for. I first thought of myself at the end of my freshman year of college- fresh…
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“I Wish The Present Was A Little Longer”
It’s the Sunday of my first week in Monteverde, Costa Rica. The land of the free-spoken, minded, and willed. It is a place dense in life of every form. Every hair on my arm is standing up as I am sitting on a porch swing writing this. I’m watching a sunshower at almost sunset. In…
Jaden Olson 