Existential crises are to me as iced coffee is to white women on social media: literally no one asked, yet … More
Greetings, much-neglected world. It is I, Quinn, Girl Of A Thousand Existential Crises. Where have I been, you ask? My … More
Were they really all that bad?
So casually cruel in the name of being honest.
WARNING: Shit is about to get personal (and weird). It’s once again oversharing-o-clock, and this time I’m talking about labels, … More
As the school year draws to an end, college students everywhere don their grad caps and flood social media with … More
SETTING: A bare stage. Chair on upper left. Staircase on the right. ENTER Childish Quinn, Heartbroken Needy Quinn; Petty, Spiteful Quinn; Depressed … More