Toxic.

When I tell someone I’m not on speaking terms with my mom, I’m met with a raised eyebrow or incredulous questions. How can a child abandon the mother that brought them into the world, who raised them? I’ve had to learn that being selfish is not a bad thing. So, here is the permission you didn’t need to cut that toxic person out of your life.

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I Am Sweet, But I'm Also Salty: An Ode to Salted Oreo Ice Cream

There is ice cream, and then there is Little Man’s Salted Oreo.

It doesn’t get better than that salty punch, followed by the sweet creaminess of Oreo insides, ended by the chocolaty cookie crunch, all in a waffle cone. It’s worth waiting in an hour line for.

Some of my best friends are adamant that salty and sweet do not belong together.

I am here to wholeheartedly disagree.

Salted Oreo is the validation I’ve search for for my entire life.

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Pinpricks

There’s this tiny tempura restaurant in the bowels of Tokyo Station.

To get there, you have to take a train into the station, search, through the throbbing mass of people, for the main exit, find a staircase off to your right, which takes you down, down, down, to another level, which is called Granville, and is not under Tokyo Station, as far as I can tell, but under the city itself.

When you’re there, you’re in an underground city. Hallways filled with stores and restaurants snake every which way and suddenly you realize how there are so many people in Tokyo: it’s because they live underground, like mole people.

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To My Former Self

Former self, wide-eyed college freshman, current self and, let’s be honest, future self, here’s my advice to you:

Put yourself out there. Take a risk. Stand up for yourself.

It doesn’t matter if you want to be a writer or an artist or a lawyer or just to be considered for a promotion at work.

Opportunity is not going to come to you if you don’t speak up.

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