I wish there was a word to describe the sinking feeling in your stomach you get when you see something on social media you wish you hadn’t. You’re scrolling, scrolling, and you find out your ex is in a relationship, or has moved on and you’re left, stunned and staring stupidly at the screen. It … More On Breakups \\ Am I “Over” It?
College has a way of blurring time together. I’ve been finding my memories of my time here are starting to blur together like ink on a water-stained page. It’s been 2 years. 8 seasons in this mystically place that I’m not quiet sure I could ever fully capture the beauty of. Like Thoreau and Cape … More Love Letter to Vermont
Sometime’s I feel so far away from where I am I lose sight of where I’m going everything tethering me to my goals, and dreams and plans comes loose and pushes me into inky, inescapable darkness. That is what depression feels like Other times I feel like I am one shiny cog in a … More A Note on Mental Health
Outside, weak winter light is waning behind piles of browning snow. Inside, I am tan and content. Tonight my tired eyes are trying to keep themselves awake after a week in Florida. Long dispelled are the rumors that Florida is for the retired and cold. This state came alive over spring break. Touching down in … More A Glimpse of Summer
I’ve become a living cliche, but what great writer starts off writing about anything else? Poems he’ll never read
February and my new creative writing class have me writing a lot of poetry. It’s a form I haven’t worked too much in but am slowly starting to love. Learning to write poetry can only be compared to learning to love going to the gym; It happens slowly, but after a while you don’t know … More Mid-winter Thoughts
Today, I FaceTime’d my mom and cried. I cried, for the first time since the inauguration, and now I can’t stop. My mind is swirling through all the horrible things that have happened and the stress feels so insurmountable I feel I just may stop breathing. I hate this president. I hate him, but mostly … More Activism Ain’t Easy