Brianne Hogan

For a long time, romantic love was an esoteric thing to me that I assumed would occur eventually, like taxes and having your clothes dry-cleaned.

advice guru. lube lover. workaholic.

Dry humping my pillow and imagining it was David Duchovny seemed a much hotter alternative than doing the real thing.

I sent out Christmas cards this year, which I wrote upon with an actual pen. But it wasn’t always like this.

I’ve decided that I no longer want to depend on an exchange of cultural consumption or “comparing lives” currency in order to feel good about myself.

From fierce bunnies to books, Sonja rocks the art world.

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The turkey was rubbery. The mac ‘n cheese was cold. But somehow the meal was delightful.

Real Names: Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

I've cried on subways from Toronto to New York. I cried bombing an interview, going to a party that I didn’t want or because my sweater was itchy.