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How Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and Louis Tomlinson Speak the Same Language

How Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley, and Louis Tomlinson Speak the Same Language

What binds Cohen, Buckley, and Tomlinson is not genre or fame. It’s something quieter and more sacred. They stood apart, each in their own time, each in their own way. And in doing so, they created work that doesn’t just last, it lives.

The Oracle of Salerno

The Oracle of Salerno

His pink shorts alone were a statement—bold, unapologetic. He didn’t speak a word of English but carried on full conversations with us using Google Translate, which somehow made every exchange sound simultaneously robotic and sultry.

Are soulmates real? When soulmates aren't.

The Break Up: When the soulmate shit doesn’t work

Day after day he left sweet messages on my phone, notes on my pillow and said that nothing was right before I came into his life. But as good things do and time and circumstance swirl up the dirt at our feet, a thing happened.

Big Sur coast, California. Photo by Skylar Burton. The beloved jacket from the story: Open Pockets — The End of an Era

Open Pockets —End of an Era

My world was now open pockets in my favorite jacket — that oversized denim patchwork thing. I looked down at its comfortable form and put my hands in those big pockets and realized how that jacket defined me, you know, if I was fabric.

Do you want to take a road trip? Travel in an RV.

What You Hear When You Silence All Those Voices

I became wild. Then I became wise. Resilience crept up on me, originally disguised as arrogance, though it wasn’t about feeling superior to anyone — it was about knowing, with certainty, that I stood alone.

If Male Models Were Show Dogs

If Male Models Were Show Dogs

They claimed it distracted from the clothes, but rumors persisted that Drake’s fall from grace went beyond the hijinks. He started unsettling people with his stories about the lizard people, and one day, his agent stopped returning his calls.

What do dreams mean? House of glass.

Title of the Day — A Dream

I glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was 4:04 A.M., a time in ancient traditions associated with the security of home, power, and protection. Really? I said it out loud to myself. Ancient protection? Where did I read that crap?