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in my mysterious era
in a little under three weeks, i’ll be moving into my dorms in los angeles and, even though i’ve lived 45 minutes out for a majority of my life, i feel as though my life is about to change. and, with any big change, i’ve cleaned up my socials and dirtied my room. i always…
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on the couch
in a week, the rusty orange couch i’ve grown accustomed to will probably be moved out. if in-a-week me were writing this, she’d be on the cold hard wood, surrounded by boxes. in a week and two days, i’ll be home. the dry warmth of my suburb of los angeles around me. the city of…
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a shitty boy poem
here’s a poem i found in my notebook… i no longer have feelings for either of these men so it’s quite funny to me. old and first you know my body familiar you know my heart knows to skip a beat you excite me with new experiences – how do you feel about me? sometimes…
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finding my nest
today i went to the fifth floor of one of my classroom buildings, locked the door, and opened my computer. i logged onto my therapist’s portal and waited for 9 minutes until she logged on. and, then, i couldn’t hear her and then we called and then we facetimed. and then i talked about my…
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august 4th 8 AM thoughts
being a teenage girl is wild and crazy and fun and… also the worst. growing up on social media, i have a theoretical record of all of the phases of my life (except for the fact that i’ve deleted hundreds of photos off of my instagram for the sake of my OCD). but, i remember…
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lit review: midnight sun
to even the most uptight of readers, i will unabashedly claim my love for the twilight series. in many ways, it paved the road for explosively popular teen series. stephenie meyer was fully unaware of the sheer frenzy that would follow upon the publication of the first book in her infamous saga. midnight sun was…
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a trip to the mfa
i never really talk about *boston* things that i do (mainly because i don’t want to be found), but around two months ago i went to the museum of fine arts with my little and it was one of my favorite days of the past semester, so i thought i’d commemorate it with pictures and…
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you’ve read this post before
i always feel guilty coming back here every few months and promising to do better, to write more. don’t get me wrong, i love to write. heck, i added a writing (ish) major on top of my current one. but when school is going at 100 mph and i have a new job and i’m…
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an ordinary extraordinary thing
i was reading poems about you to my best friend today. i cringed at the words i once associated with you. “it’s weird because i can’t remember feeling that way about him” she told me that even if you were ordinary or what we had was ordinary, you made me feel extraordinary things. that’s how…
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