Freshman year is over. This time last year I was reaching the end of my gap year thinking about whether I should go to school or not. I’m happy I chose to go to school but at the same time, I’m not really happy I chose to go to school.
“Turn it up, Billy! Turn it all the way up!” Lothar is screaming at me, and I’m jacking…
They creep in the night and the feast on the souls of men. At least that’s what they say, those are the…
At midnight, she changed her handle to @Fauxlaqemi as fireworks heralded the new year. She pretended that the sparks flew in honour…
“So, yeah…” I finish saying to Alex. He keeps reminding me to call him by his first name…
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. ~ Pablo Picasso
THE MONKEY BARS. The playground’s proving ground. The callouser of hands. The skinner of knees.
The shower’s turned right up, hot jets of water almost tearing into my skin, washing off the last 24 hours…
“Look at that starry night sky,” she says to him as she nuzzles herself into his collarbone.