red flags

It’s said that friends are the family we choose, and I couldn’t agree more.

The longer I live with my boyfriend, the more frightened of me he becomes.

When I first started giving dating advice, I was in a new relationship and truly thought I was the sh*t.

For whatever reason, fall has been decreed cuffing season.  You scroll through your phone and you’re inundated with images images of apple picking dates, complete with the requisite cider donut and a ~casual~ candid featuring some autumnal plant and maybe bae looking cute in some flannel.

I’ll be the first to admit it—anyone still watching Bachelor in Paradise and expecting to see anything but the contestants at their absolute worst is a fool.

As someone who’s braved the streets of New York for several years now (someone please buy me a medal), I can confidently say that living in New York certainly has its perks.

I don’t know about you, but this heat wave is seriously fucking me up.