The Daily Gulp
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; Life is fucking weird. Are there even such things as ‘coincidence’?
I was hanging off of the bed, seeing my world upside-down as everything around me spun. 615 more words
2 weeks, 1 day
Letters from my heart
So much has been going on lately, and you can’t even really wrap your head around it.
You’ve lost friends, but in the end you’ve come to realize it’s not a loss. 137 more words
you and i, we’ve met before
before the winding alleys to my home changed
where daisies met every morning to greet the sun
and music wafted from the apartment above… 90 more words
3 weeks, 1 day
You are lost, and floating without an anchor.
You are many good things and yet you hate yourself.
You want to end it.
And yet you are scared. 64 more words
3 weeks, 4 days
What can I say? I'm a dreamer.
This is a letter I wrote in reply to something I wrote at the end of the sixth grade. I had to read it over a few times before I had this epiphany, but here it is. 1,657 more words
An elegant kind of quietness arrives in no apparent hurry to be anywhere. I watch the narrative unfold, sometimes a stranger to those very pages whose sheaves provide the comfort of home. 34 more words
I’m officially 33 years old.
Ten years ago, I’d have thought I’d be married or engaged by now. I’d have children. I’d live in the city somewhere, writing for a magazine or something really bohemian. 835 more words
3 weeks, 5 days