Natalia Vela
writer on the storm.still checking books out from your local library.
Latest Posts
Me, Him, And A Few Other Things I’m Admittedly Afraid Of
There’s another world where I don’t feel like this. Where my heart fits into my chest right and I’m not terrified of anything that makes it feel alive. But I live in a world where I stopped being able to tell the difference between heartbeat and heartache.
An Abridged List Of Things I’m Keeping From You
Here We Are
All Of The Things Which I Do Not Miss
It Was Never Love, We Were Just Fucked Up On Each Other
It may have been his hands tying the knot behind my head, but I put on the blindfold myself.
In Which My Rapist Asks Me Out
The Things We Do In The Dark
I’m Not Sure How I ‘Identify’, But I’m Still Valid And Proud
How do you explain something to someone else that you don’t fully understand yourself?
