“Can you hold my coat? I’m going to just walk around for a bit,” she said, handing off her long, black jacket to her husband before he had a chance to respond. Continue reading
My pen carves out valleys, creates monuments of thought. Continue reading
I am who I am because Sam Smith’s voice makes me tear up, but few other things do, not even death. Continue reading
You are drowning a puppy.
You are so tempted to let the puppy live but for some reason you know in your heart that this puppy, however cute and engaging, is toxic.
So it squirms to use its air path, and it struggles hard to win back the right to breathe but slowly it starts to kick less, struggle less, and all at once, its just a body, silent and stiff, still like death, the most hopeless, desolate stillness. Continue reading
She walks into the lunchroom, feet following the rhythm of those of the three girls who walk in by her side. Veering through the mess of chairs and tables, this quartet makes their way to their favorite lunch line, with their favorite lunch lady.
“Ew, there’s water on this plate!” wails one of her friends.
“Oh my god, that’s gross…” agrees another.
She picks a wet plate up with two fingers acting as tongs, her nose wrinkled distastefully.
“This fork is bent!” Disgust has crept into her voice. Continue reading
This is one of those relationships where I don’t think anything went wrong. We used to be the best of friends because of our similar backgrounds and traits.
I think I was the one who changed.
Look at you now! You are so beautiful and basically a better version of yourself than back when we were friends. I hope for my sanity’s sake that this isn’t because we stopped being friends. Continue reading
Sitting in class, I hear the teach say do silent work; you can use headphones if you’d like. I pull them on and work silently for a few. But silence is curiosity suppressed and I look up. Continue reading