Put me in a matrix multiplied by the objects of life
2 bitten pencils, no eraser, sign of strife
Trainwreck identity, not a housewife
Dishwasher suds, no spoons, I eat off a knife Continue reading
-a guest post by D-
I hate the city. It’s loud, rude, and filled with foul air and bright lights where they aren’t necessary. And today, I spent an entire day in Manhattan, which was a living nightmare for a cranky guy like me. Continue reading
It’s crowded and the blaring blue neon lights are giving everyone an underground sheen. I’m stumbling around trying to find my friends and my thoughts. Continue reading
Sabina at Victim to Charm loves spicy food, and I don’t. Two opinions collided…
A warm tingling filling my mouth. My nose running so hard that I wonder if it’ll ever stop. Maybe even a lone tear.
For some, this sounds like torture. Why would you ever voluntarily subject yourself to a burning tongue?
Because it’s delicious. Continue reading
10) Freshly cracked black pepper.
Pre ground black pepper isn’t as satisfying, it has less of a “kick” and you have to add a lot more. Plus, there’s nothing like the cathartic crackling sounds of grinding pepper. Continue reading
a guest post I wrote for 100 Ways to Write
Because everything hurts. Your arms hurt, your head hurts, your throat hurts, even your eyelids hurt. Every movement is an aching reminder that your body is losing a battle to something so small it’s invisible to the eye, though you can feel it invading every limb. Continue reading
So this is a recent article that my Italian friend introduced to me. It is a PSA, and I encourage you to watch the whole thing:
Going into college application season in the winter of 2013, I had my heart set on two places: Georgetown and the University of Chicago. I had visited Georgetown in the spring of my junior year, and loved everything about the place. One particularly vivid memory that stays with me to this day, involves the handwritten sign in the window of a dorm room: “Welcome to the best place on earth.”
Dear 13 year old self,
You cannot sing. Give up now.
Don’t stop reading lots and lots of books, but you have to pay attention in class.
Being fiercely independent is something that’s good, just don’t be an island. Try and make more meaningful friends. It’s not fun to always be a lone wolf. Continue reading
— Guest post by anonymous —
Last summer was a long summer, I spent most of my days in the basement on my computer because I had nothing to do the whole season, but I couldn’t stand it anymore THE MONOTONY WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY the only place I knew of was a lake in the middle of a forest near my house, and I wanted nothing more than to swim in this beautiful lake, with the perfect temperature to counter the warm summer air, with water so clear you could see every pebble at the bottom, standing so still that I felt like I was staring into a giant mirror…yet, I was scared, because I’d never really gone swimming before in my life, as I’d only been to pools where the water never rose above my shoulders, surrounded by lifeguards who would leap to my assistance in a heartbeat, but this place was different because since the water was deeper and the lake was isolated so that no one could save me if anything went wrong. Continue reading