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Shitting at the Top

When too many people want to sit at the top you get a lot of shit hitting the fan. When the shit hits the fan, the important thing for those below is: are you under shelter? 47 more words


A Handwritten Letter for the One I Love

Today I wrote you a letter- complete with scribbles, and words squeezed in between, coffee stains, and dried tear drops. A half-crumpled piece of paper written with sincere devotion. 50 more words


“The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald



It is one of those days where sticking it out in class wasn’t an option and smoking a blunt to ease off the morning drag was irreparable. 3,480 more words

Creative Writing

too big

Last night
I had a dream that my father died.
Father, a word we choose to show distance, separation.
My father, a man who chose distance, separation. 117 more words

Sticks & Stones

The Most Extraordinary Pie

You are sitting in a cozy room in an easy chair and there’s a table across the room.  And on this table there’s a piece of pie. 273 more words


Fearless Loving

I have frequently felt on multiple occasions that relationships, specifically friendships, were such a chore to handle.

I never really stopped to wonder why though, it always felt that that was the natural course of things. 340 more words