If You Wanted Me, I’d Leave You Alone
If you pretended you wanted me, you know, I’d probably go away. Don’t you know that by now?
Whitney Van Laningham
Whitney is a Los Angeles native living in New York. She listens to way too much Best Coast, and really, really likes ...
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I Can’t Take You Home Anymore
You already have a home. And those three a.m. texts won’t change anything.
This Is What I Do When You’re Gone
I go to restaurants alone. I sit on the steps at Grand Central and look up at the ceiling, the only place in New York where you can see stars.
New York Without You Is A Battleground
It was the first cold day we were together, and we had never snuggled before. With trepidation, I linked my right leg over yours, and rested my head on the center of your chest.
A Letter To 10 Year Old Me
I wish I could tell her that she will never be cool, but that someday, it won’t matter.
The 10 Types Of Brunch You’ll Attend In New York
An Open Letter To The Douchebag In My Yoga Class
We begin our practice, and all eyes are on you, Yoga Douche. Not because you skillfully transfer from Warrior Three into Standing Splits, but because you are wearing a bright green t-shirt with the words READING SUCKS emblazoned in all capital letters across the front. Who are you, Yoga Douche? Why are you dressed like a 90’s bully?
10 Classes I Wish They Taught In College
Intro to Dodging Phone Calls from Sallie Mae Like She’s Your Psycho Ex-Girlfriend
