You cut me out of my dress one morning in the only gesture ever made to indicate you might be… Read more Caravaggio’s Last Stand
You cut me out of my dress one morning in the only gesture ever made to indicate you might be… Read more Caravaggio’s Last Stand
Anne-Marie was perhaps a fool for thinking that just because you are of a certain descent, you ought to get… Read more All the Money in the World…Still Makes a Single Woman a Prostitute
In the depths of a basement, she made her way down. Was told the strange setup would all be “worth… Read more Friendship Is For the Dogs
The word “princess” was once hallowed. Once meant to be a source of female empowerment. Until, somewhere along the way,… Read more Hi Princess
Lured under false pretenses, Baldassare was instructed to arrive to the W-FAD studios at six a.m. sharp for hair and… Read more Fellini Syndrome
“I mean, you wouldn’t actually classify yourself as a ‘good‘ friend, right? You know that’s not exactly what you’re about,”… Read more The Chafing Chum
Around the corner from the Folies Bergère, there is a bakery. Nothing special. Nothing profound or meaningful for its historical… Read more More Bombs Than A Bakery
In due time, she knew, he would get over her. They all managed to, despite initial protests to the contrary.… Read more London Loves the Way People Just Fall Apart
The origin of the term “cutting off the nose to spite the face,” like all of the best, most gruesome… Read more Cutting Off the Nose to Spite the Face, Or: How I Spend My Free Time
At first, it was done out of mere drunkenness, as opposed to predetermined spite. She just wanted to wet her… Read more The Kissing Bender