Props to Edward the Groceryman


I got groceries today. This is not a particularly novel activity, as I have seen groceries before. Heck, I've even purchased them for my mother. But today, I took a bus to get them. This is also not very exciting. I've looked at busses, stood in the rain and been splashed by busses, and even... Continue Reading →

What’s the Point of Simon Cowell


So, I was about to write a really really super sassy post about how Simon Cowell is a jerk and what's the point of walking around with a huge scowl on your face because does nothing please you?! But then I googled him (because I couldn't remember how to spell his last name, to be... Continue Reading →

The Rebirth


It's been two years, either today or yesterday, since life meant very little to me. Two years since I broke and my mother had to take a plane at 6 a.m. to be with me, to keep me safe and protected. Two years since I started rebuilding. I never expected any of that to happen,... Continue Reading →

I Have a Few Issues With Bathrooms


Bathrooms should be sanctuaries. Sanctuaries where we poo. But lately I've been noticing a lot of issues with these supposed "tranquil" areas.1. Why does the bathroom stall door open inward? Because when I'm on campus, wearing a backpack and a huge coat (it hath snowed, everyone), I already barely fit in the stall while the... Continue Reading →

An Ode to a Pencil


Silver-grey linesbecome wisps, spiritslike seagull wings in flightcapturing impermanentimperfectrushes of ideas, whichto me are more stunning than final drafts.You are worth morethan bubbles on answer sheets,short essays in high school.You deserve to becomea novela love notea sonnetpoetic devices stretched out along blue horizons.You should be bowed to,your wooden soul propped on a pedestaland worshipped by... 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 →

Champa


If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like -- The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my adolescence The isolation I felt as I became someone no one else had known The reason for... 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 →

Fall Is Not For Lattes


Every girl in college is excited about fall because "yay pumpkin spice lattes, cozy sweaters, and boots!" This isn't to say I'm not excited about those things too, because I love me a chunky sweater and some tall boots (pumpkin spice lattes are another matter entirely -- my taste buds are very friendly but do... Continue Reading →

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