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
Rain-soaked sidewalks and ice coffees are the most memorable parts of spring in Vermont. The trees are starting to bloom and I have to fight the urge to spend every minute outside. Finals are fast approaching, and with that so is summer. Watching: Shameless My roommate got me started on this show, and I’m so … More A few of my (current) favorite things
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
My first day at my new high school, I was terrified. I pulled at my long pleated skirt and ill fitting sweater and thought about how best to wear my hair so the girls at my school would like me. Maybe they would think I was weird in my oversized, blatantly new uniform. The possibility … More To the Friends I’ve Made in College..So Far
I’ve become a living cliche, but what great writer starts off writing about anything else? Poems he’ll never read