Writing in my brain: Beautiful flowing sentences full of powerful phrases and enigmatically witty dialogue.
Writing on the page: They did the thing and said some stuff. There was snark.
The three stages of doing homework
i am too young to have this many embarrassing memories
"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."
pretty sure my soulmate is a bag of sour gummy worms
I just ate a whole bag of those, no joke
u piece of fucking shit that was the love of my life
…the future of pizza (X)
none pizza left beef
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."