I asked Claire, my best friend from high school, and Jenna, my roommate, to share the songs they listened to this year. This is a celebration of stuff that made us feel things, and of youth and of being girl-women and of friendship and of being the same and of being different. There are repeats! I made a list myself, too, of my five favorite songs that … Continue reading 2019, our favorite songs
this is a series of pure fiction and nothing else, because if i were writing about my real life, i’d be much funnier. godspeed, as anna might say, with her cocked chin and shiny eyes and delicate, raised-pinkies. she’s the one who says reality isn’t real. i’m just the believer. here. some songs you can pretend like you’ll listen to. and then maybe you’ll think … Continue reading mouth noises
I went on spring break. School’s been good, I made some new friends and stuff. This is a love letter. Photo credit to Cole CHoneycutt and his GoPro. #naturegirl, Alice – Epworth house to Pisgah National Forest (time: zero dark thirty) Past the small town gas stations and a Wendy’s. On a Carolina Livery bus to the woods (a temperate rainforest, Appalachia, rolling Westward in … Continue reading notes from pisgah
Dear Diary, This blog has turned into something far removed from what I made it for in the beginning of college, which was like maybe something fun and lax, Buzzfeed-esque. At some point I got annoyed at myself for writing listicles. So then I stopped. And now this is just a place for people who know me and people who have a crush on me, … Continue reading i’m so mad it’s like i’m in love with you
alternative title: ideas for instagram captions There’s more cars than trees everything is not gray it’s like brownish and looks like dirt but it’s not dirt it’s LA There must be a lot of weight on ur head with all the things u do to cover ur hair all the time I still want to smell the same even if I’m in a big city … Continue reading notes from los angeles
I hate being a character. I think that if I gathered up every text message I’ve ever sent out and put them through the same machine Childish Gambino used to find his own name, then I could finally be a writer. Continue reading Body, a short story.
EDIT 09/16/18: There’s a better version of this story. Click here to read it. Dear you, Some of this is real, some of it’s made-up, but the essence of it is my right-now truth. Claire said that finding the meaning to love is basically the missing link to world peace and eternal tranquility, so I can’t go as far as to say that’s what’s happened here. … Continue reading The Cocteau Twins always make me sad. On finding boys to love.
It’s 3AM. I’m super duper sober. I could sleep but I don’t really want to. For various reasons actually. I decided that I’d post once a week on this blog over the break. So that’s on my mind. And I just watched Hang the DJ (Black Mirror, Season 4, off a Netflix account that isn’t mine but is hogged as if it were) and my … Continue reading Sherpa Boondoggle Mosey. Gee whiz. Flapjacks. (re: a thought i had while in college, therefore a post that pertains to the college experience)