Laura Pioli
Writer, phone-a-holic, instagrammer, iced coffee addict (okay, mostly that last one).
Articles by
Laura Pioli
Your First Heartbreak Is Never Easy To Forget
This house reminds me of you. I miss your laugh. Your smile. The way you used to touch me.
No, I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend
I won’t come back when my feelings are all gone so we can hang out.
I Fell In Love With You Too Late
How did it happen? How is it possible that two strangers could have so much in common?
A Love Letter To My One Night Stand
I wasn’t the one chasing you. I wasn’t the one who wanted you. I barely remembered your face, your name.
A Letter To The Men I’ve Loved, Lost, And Found
You will always be my teenage love.
To The Summer When I Finally Started Living
I was trying to not pay attention to the actual fact that I wasn’t properly living, I was surviving. For most of my life, I was just trying to get to the end of the day, in a decent way.
You Bring Me Home
The moment I figured out I was in love with you, was the moment I realized I was finally stopping. No more running, no more excuses.
When You’re Always The ‘Almost’ And Never ‘The One’
Have you ever been the “almost” one?
To My Little Brother — May You Always Be A Feminist
I believe in you, I believe in boys, I believe you can change things if you want to.
My Review Of The ‘Kiwi’ Music Video By Harry Styles
On Wednesday the 8th of November, the actual video of Kiwi was dropped around 1pm UK time. And, you might ask, well, were you ready? Was I ready? Raise your hand if you honestly were. Anyone? Exactly. No one was.
A Ranking Of Every Song Off Of ‘Reputation’ By Taylor Swift
There’s a lot of the 1989, Red, Speak Now and Taylor Swift in this new brand shining Taylor, those eras will not die, they will forever live with her and her past, current and future Reputation. So well done, Taylor Swift, you’ve done it again! Even though I still think Jake Gyllenhaal should take one for the team and break her heart a tiny bit again, so she can write the record we truly deserve.
To The Girl He Picked Over Me
You did it, I didn’t. He chose you. That is what matters. He chose YOU.