Relationships

Chloe Caldwell writes in such an honest way that Women reads like a journal entry.

Hold on to your wooden stakes and garlic—vampire actors are

I want to lie belly-down with someone in life's trenches. To do the work. To stand up, however sheepishly, and say: I don't want to go it alone.

Last week was my imaginary ex-boyfriend's birthday. January 2, to be exact. I only know this because Facebook told me so. I had forgotten about him.

Here's a helpful image I want you to keep in mind whenever you are trying to forge a dialogue between the genders: A gaping chasm.

Feel free to steal this world-rocking resolution.

I want to know the texture and weight of faith, as if it was a sort fabric I could run my fingertips over.

I got food poisoning the day of Christmas, at age 8.