Let Us Take a Trip Through Time


Let's go back -- far back (and I mean faaaar back, like a whole 4 years ago). Look into my crystal ball to see... Teenage Cappy: writer, high school student and Strokes fan extraordinaire. She had long blonde hair, bangs, and was just learning how to do a cat eye (oh, so young with so much... Continue Reading →

Snow Globe


I want to rummage through stacks of books with you. Dirty, musty books so when we rustle their pages we choke with joy. I want to sit on the floor, legs crossed and pile adventures in my lap. You'll stand on a stack of encyclopedias and reach for that perfect copy of Don Quixote while... Continue Reading →

I Grew Up So Well


I may be up at 2 a.m. and it may be because I finished editing a short story I've been working on for a year and I may have just submitted it to my university's literary journal so I may be having a mini heart attack but also may be feeling so accomplished that I... Continue Reading →

I Should’ve Been British


I don't remember the first time I ever heard a British accent, but I imitated it from then on. Some of you may remember that I had an imaginary friend -- Annie -- for quite a long time (some may say an inordinate amount of time, but I think it's pretty normal for a girl... Continue Reading →

I Would Ship You All


I might secretly want to write fan fiction. Like, really badly, if only to make it so absurdly ridiculous that I'll get some sort of cult following of 14 year old girls who love me and make me rich and famous. Kind of like that doof who wrote 50 Shades of Grey, only...a million times... Continue Reading →

Let Me Tell You About My Dream


I had a dream a few months ago that The Hunger Games were mixed with Jeopardy. Yeah. The competitors had to survive in the wilderness, of course, but they also had to know a lot of random information about rivers in Europe and Chopin's favorite food and how many toes Marie Antoinette's cat had. Alex... Continue Reading →

My Whole Body Aches


I went on a long bike ride today, and whenever I ride I have a lot of time to think. About the meaning of life, about new blog posts I could write, about what I wanna do with myself in the future...about how much my butt hurts... Today, I thought about all those things, in... Continue Reading →

Write.


I haven't written in so long...I'm sorry! ...No, that's not an apology to you, it's one to myself. How dare I let myself stop writing after I got a tattoo that says "write." How. Dare. I. You heard right, kids! Caps got tatted... The inside of my left wrist now says "write" in typewriter font.... Continue Reading →

I’m Nine Again


I was that kid who literally shoved her nose in a book and didn't take it out until she'd flipped cover to cover. Most of my childhood memories are centered around lying on my couch, feet up, reading a book. On sick days, I'd make blanket forts in the living room and hide away, reading... Continue Reading →

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