For Christmas this year, I have decided to build a fire for my soul and watch as it combusts into flames. That is a poetic cliché way of sa…
The laughter is what wakes me up. It’s deep, boisterous. The kind of laughter that does not give a fuck where it is, or who is listening to …
The world is ending. That’s the first thought I remember thinking. The world is really ending. It was a stupid thought because as far as…
Joel has a theory he stands by. He says that there exists only two people in this world – the ones who think they are political, and those w…
There are certain things in this life you cannot control. Like the way things break. You are holding them, and suddenly they are out of your ha…
I don’t expect you to look this beautiful when I meet you, but you do and that’s how I know I’m fucked. The uneven grass is in c…
