Kendra Syrdal

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Now That We’ve Slept Together You Are Free To Go

There is no need to wonder about the how and the why. Because you aren’t staying; your shirt is already over your head and your shoes are sliding onto your feet. There’s no need for watching my phone because slowly but surely the screen will stop lighting up with your name. I need to stop avoiding the inevitable and let the water wash away every trace of you that is eating away at my skin.

Serial Season 2 Is Here And People Are Losing Their Damn Minds

The podcast devoted to “the basics: love and death and justice and truth,” launched their second season with no warning yesterday. After over a year since the release of season one, fans of the podcast expectedly lost their shit when they pulled a Beyoncé and dropped a whole new, suspenseful addition to the Seriafam with no warning.

I Was Not Made For Loving You

You are stitched together with broken promises from other girls and you’re looking to me to close off the knot. You aren’t comfortable in your decisions, in your choices, and you look to other people for validation. You thrown off by the silence between sentences and the spaces that our fingers leave when I pull my hand back to my own chest.

What If I’m Incapable Of Falling In Love Again?

I say that I’m emotionally damaged. I joke that the part of my brain that releases oxytocin has gone on a permanent sabbatical. I nod along when people tote the, “You just haven’t met the right person” banner while I silently disagree.

With Arms Wide Open, I Admit That I Love Creed

Do I do a rousing rendition of Creed hits at karaoke? Yes, yes I do. I love getting raspy and belting out potentially Christian, post-grunge rock ballads. I imagine myself rocking a strange khaki jacket in the middle of an abandoned field and hearing thousands of fans also singing, “Welcome to this place.”

13 Reasons To Date A Nanny

Kids are expensive; taking them out and about doesn’t have to be. We have become practically connoisseurs at knowing where the cheap and fun places in our respective cities are. And you know what that means? We can also plan hella cheap and fun dates. You and your wallets will thank us.

I Want To Be Worth Writing About

If you write about me, I was worth writing about. I wasn’t a drop in the bucket, or a notch on the bedpost. I wasn’t just another girl who said they liked your smile or who said, “I bet you’re going to do cool thing someday.” It means that I resonated, that I left a mark.

I Loved Him To An Uncomfortable Degree

Our love was unmanageable, wild, eating-past-our-fill, and staying up too late. It was sleeping in past alarms and not caring about things like “too much sugar.”