Rolling Into April By: Neruka Joseph Never before had he thought of Going dancing along a London bridge To prove to his lover that he
CW: Suicide “Hey love, are you feeling any better today?” I slowly woke up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. As my vision cleared,
I love airports. I think that’s partly because I love stories, and airports are so dense with stories you can feel them from a distance.
Hey! I hope you’re doing well right now. I really do. I was reminded of you today, but it’s not the first time. It was
When we were little the most bitter taste we knew was the black coffee mommy and daddy drank at the kitchen table. Every morning the
It is currently 8:48 on a Saturday night, the first weekend after going back to classes. This week has been excruciating, beginning a new schedule
Ahoy dear captain and welcome on board Here is your hat and here is your sword The islands of happiness are the first stop We’ll
There’s nothing I can say about love That has not already been said Before me, a thousand “greats” Before me, a million dead. So, what
what are we? The dreaded more-than-friends less-than-lovers line everyone seems to hate but also enjoy walking. Situationships are when it’s not platonic between two people,
Her knee scrapes against the uneven pavement. She inhales sharply. She tries to catch her breath before she is caught. Hollers and shrieks bounce off
WHAT’S HOT 2014 tumblr mango smoothies seeing a therapist manifesting with crystals making hyper-specific playlists the Raptors WHAT’S NOT overpriced concert tickets the Maddie Pub
If you enjoy ambient music, I suggest listening to Homesick and/or Stick Season, both by Noah Kahan, while you read (my roommate recommended the latter
Living in residence comes with many enjoyable and memorable experiences. However, I have noticed a particular phenomenon that has shocked me. I spoke with multiple
There is no better way of celebrating this time of the year than by being a cinephile. Cheers to the season of romance, or lack
1: Welcome, traveller! In this world, your choices matter. Follow the directions beside each prompt to find the next part of your story. This, for
It Smells of Pine Needles and Onions. I bury my head deep into my covers, taking a long deep breath, inhaling the scent of a
It was Christmas. It was wartime. The soldiers were far from home, defending a patch of land that wasn’t quite theirs in the name of
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