annika la vina
24 year-old writer, artist, and entrepreneur. I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.
Welcome to Eden
“Oh my God! OH MY GOD! You just LITERALLY came out of my rib!” Eve could feel the scorching sun piercing her pale body. She struggled to open her eyes but listened to the sound of soft waves gently beating down on the shore. Everything felt new to her. Eve wiggled her toes, felt the breeze on her back, lifted her arm –
10 Things I Learned About Male Culture When I Was On a Men’s Team
1. Men respect ruthlessness. That’s why their sense of self-worth is directly tied to the amount of perceived “success” they have. They need to see results in order to believe it. The only way to gain their respect is if you prove them wrong and/or pulverize their ego.
An Optimistic Nihilist’s View on Entitlement and Human Evolution
I moved to Los Angeles in the summer of 2019, ready to start my first year at Loyola Marymount University, thrilled to be waking up right next to the beach, surrounded by ocean air, breezy winds, and miles of sand. It had been my dream to live in California ever since I was a child, and because I’m usually a leap-before-you-looker, I took the risk and moved across the country on my own. No friends, no family, no car, not much money either- I was excited to start a new journey in the Sunshine State, eager to see what I’d find next.
You're laughter and joy and every gift and every toy that I've loved and I've lost but I loved way too much so I found them again. And you're the sun and the stars and Saturn and Mars and Venus and Neptune and even Earth too. And with all of life's struggles your soft morning snuggles are heaven and everything else left in between. And if things just get worse and not better, I'm happy that one day you lent me your sweater and I got to imagine and think of for real how comfy and cozy and fuzzy you'd feel when you're doing the things that you do looking cute. And people love silver and people love gold and people apparently love doing what they're told but i love the perfectly imperfect jokes that you tell and the way that you smell and the love that you give and the life that we live. And now I recognize beauty in the birds and the bees because beauty is simple and warming and free, and the world can be hurtful and scary indeed but the meaning of life is hearing you snore next to me and even if there's lots more beaches and mountains to see, together is always the best place to be.
Click. Click. Click. “OK, Wyatt is done. Tanya, bring in Jeremy for me, would you? He needs a little tuning up, I think.” Dr. Oswald says, closing Wyatt’s electrical outlet and motioning him out of the room. Wyatt’s head props up and his eyes open wide, and you can hear the gears in his legs move as he walks out of the doctor’s office.
He held two pills in his hands, one blue and one red. He sat in the arm chair, adjusted his glasses, and cleared his throat before fixing his gaze on the woman in front of him. She had no idea what was going on, or why he was putting these two options in front of her- but she sat patiently, waiting for him to speak, hands interwoven neatly on top of her crossed legs. She nodded so as to let him know he could start talking.
She gripped his fingers tighter and closed her eyes shut. She could feel the forceful wind beating into her backside, each gust growing more and more powerful with each second. Her eyes started to water, and she could feel the wind rip her tears off her porcelain face, like they were mere droplets joining the current of a much larger river.
Scissors and a Funeral
[Maggie and Charlie reunite after years without seeing each other, brought together by the death of their mother. Both are successful but have a very tense and strained relationship after their father left them as teenagers. Charlie soon went off to college and Maggie felt left behind]
The lights flicker on and off. The bed is cold. Everything is dark. "Do you think there is a God?" June asks. June is 55 and schizophrenic. Is she talking to you or to the wall? Maybe she's talking to the invisible man she senses watching over her. Maybe she's talking to the dog that she thinks is there. It's your first night here, and June has already screamed 4 times, banged on the bed frame twice, and cried into her blanket once. You turn your head over and you're surprised to see her sunken black eyes staring into yours.