Or how to become a better you Hailo is a bit of a character to me, she is someone who I become when life gets hard or when I need to do something brave. As ridiculous as it is, I think alter ego or persona building is extremely effective, and more importantly fun . My Princeton boyfriend began calling me hailo during our relationship. The name took other shapes like “swailo.” I began using hailo as an online name early on TikTok, then again when I became a discord moderator a

During the summer of 2024, i was pretty unhappy with my life and i began to set all of these arbitrary rules for myself. Like the fact that I would run every morning and only listen to music that made me feel hot after a long stretch of depression rock and roll, and probably most importantly, that I wouldn't complain anymore. About anything . Whether you want to call it manifestation or what Proverbs says about protecting your thoughts or quantum leaping, my life changed real

Or, How to Clean Up Your Life Every since I was a little girl, I have been a hoarder of memories. I've always treated my life like a really good meal that you want to savor. Saving the best part for last and being upset when it's all gone. Actually, always isn't a fair word. It's beautiful, but it's never true. Last Friday, I had the honor of giving a talk at Sarah Lawrence. We sat in the Graduate building as I read them a letter a boy wrote to me at seventeen that I read whe

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Hello! Today I'm joined by Jannah and Isabella of Art Dating Club. They are fabulous new friends of mine from London, where we hosted our own joint event together. They're two bright, kind, talented young women who joined me to discuss to dating scene, their experience starting and growing a rotating event, and their own creative work and how they find time for it. Follow Jannah here Follow Isabella here Follow Art Dating Club here

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the sacred heart represents Jesus Christs' divine love for humanity Today, after going to the cobbler, I stopped in to see my New York grandpa. We always talk about the weather, food, and our love lives. He knew that my most recent relationship wouldn't work out and we meditated on how "people aren't the same anymore, men don't come up to women and say 'hello, I think you're beautiful, i'd like to take you on a date' and women get scared when they do" and when you talk to som

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