ANUDIVAN'S ISHRAHOLIC CHRONICLES
She tapped the end of her file endlessly thinking he would walk through the door anytime, but he didn’t. Was he still sulking? She thought to herself sadly.
2 days, 7 hours ago
We drank a lot of Pinot Noir that night,
the preferred drink of the cardiganed types (they said),
but we reveled in it, stranded here in the fuselage. 51 more words
3 days, 14 hours ago
“1528 42 2015”
Taken at Stanford. Photo by Taylor Hoover Photography.
As always, see more on my instagram: @wentolookfabulous.
5 days, 20 hours ago
Bananas. Blahs. And more blah blahs.
“The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them.” —Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer… 6,986 more words
1 week, 1 day ago
I pulled beans from the dirt this morning, before the storm arrived. I set them in in a bright orange tub of water. The early hours slink away like possums with needle-toothed grins, proud of their cunning. 319 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
A smile touched her lips and she quietly put away the few papers in her hand when her eyes caught the sight on the sight next to her.
Like a thief in the night I’m coming for your heart I’m coming for your heart
This time it’s anything goes I guess I’m just a selfish ghost… 8 more words
1 week, 5 days ago