This is a something about time.I hate how time passes by but I don’t know what I’d do without it doing so.Mar 1, 2022Mar 1, 2022
Where did all my old friends go?I imagine a purgatory for all the people I’ve loved,Feb 17, 2022Feb 17, 2022
This is an essay about apologies.It consists of 582 words and a good amount of “sorry”s.Oct 27, 2021Oct 27, 2021
This is an essay about timing.Fuck all those moments I thought I figured it out.Oct 24, 2021Oct 24, 2021
A Year After He’s Gone, My Grandpa’s Phone Still RingsFrom WhatsApp to Instagram, our social media presence creates the illusion that even after death, there is still an open conversation…Jun 5, 2021Jun 5, 2021
It Doesn’t Matter If They Started #ChallengeAccepted. Turkish Women Want To Be Heard, Too.Do I think selfies will fix our problems? No. Am I glad to see Turkish women take up space? Yes.Jul 31, 20201Jul 31, 20201
My Grandfather Ruined My First DateNothing scares me more than death. That’s why most of the time, I feel compelled to say I have no fears because who doesn’t fear death?Jul 19, 2020Jul 19, 2020
This Is How I Stay Sane While Quarantining By Myself.What to do when you’ve already spent hours reading fanfic about Adam Driver, and there’s still a pandemic outside?Apr 20, 2020Apr 20, 2020
I Promise I Wash My HandsI hated washing my hands when I was in middle school. I dreaded each time my nanny dragged me to the bathroom as soon as I took off my…Mar 19, 2020Mar 19, 2020
