escapism has its legs wrapped around me, or rather, i would hope i'd have my legs wrapped around it. that's as much action i'll get as i'll ever need because i want you and nobody else because you evoke my escapism and pretend to propel today into tomorrow
i visited a log cabin when the weather was hot my black t-shirt clung to my body like a badge of honor and a man looked at me that's all i ever wanted i skated under a street light with a boy i'd never met he stuck his tounge down my throat and put … Continue reading last day in bowling green
i'd leave the bags of clothing on the floor every shirt stuffed and rolled if that meant you were going to unpack them. you told me i have a "heart of a doctor." you tell me how i heal, and drop everything to make sure everyone knows how to discard fears and eliminate that … Continue reading untitled
and it's a pretty accurate representation of how i'm currently feeling. watch this space. i'm in a creative mood.
(My idea of a good night, circa freshman year of college.) I'm sure I could speak for a lot of us when I say I'm incredibly relieved that we survived this past week. In the midst of many tears, marathon complaint sessions with family and friends, and incredible doubt for the future, I've been able … Continue reading I’ve been Gilmore-d!
I seriously thought I would post this sooner. I had a schedule laid out. I was going to write this post at my desk on Tuesday morning before my roommate and I left to go vote. The tone was going to be light-hearted. I had planned to share some of my election memories. I've got … Continue reading Post- election Warble
If you've discovered or read my blog today, there's a pretty good chance that you know who I am. You've met me once in real life or we share an online "friendship" on one of the many social networking sites that I spend a lot of time looking at while hunched over my cell phone. … Continue reading A Love Letter to My College Radio Station
I've been toying with starting a blog for a long time now. I've worried about keeping up with it, and neglecting writing like I've been doing for a few years now. I've kept journals since I was roughly eight years old; my first journal was a green notebook modeled after the Anastasia Krupnik series! I've … Continue reading Introductory post