Lauren Cole (’20) graduated with a major in English and minors in French and psychology. She grew up in Grand Rapids and wants to live as she wants to die—surrounded by trees. She loves adding books to her TBR, but actually reading them is another matter.
Part of this is due to the fact that it doesn’t shy away from the pain of being part of the LGBTQ+ community in a society that is less than accepting, but it also doesn’t hesitate to show the joy that can be found in that community.
Maybe I’ve had this tab open for three years? Who knows.
It was the worst writer’s block I’ve experienced—not even like pushing a boulder up a hill but like pushing against a wall.
7. Clematis — mental beauty. For when you want to compliment your beloved’s ~inner beauty~, because you’re not like other suitors. 7.5/10.
Entertain yourselves by quoting lines five seconds before the characters say them. (This only works if everyone finds it entertaining.)
Keeping in touch with people over social media fell to the wayside.
heads tilted back:
pinpricks of sky fire.
There, church bells ringing as the sun sets over Grenoble.
The first thing I noticed was the erosion.
The muskrats giving glimpses of their heads before diving back underwater—all that I was seeing was so very fragile.
Sometimes I think about the present moment so much that I disconnect from it
I didn’t give a lot of thought to who was actually making the music I was relating to until BTS.
As an adult, people give you odd looks if you’re crouched down beside a puddle or anthill.
When I saw that the CW had a Nancy Drew TV show that started airing in 2019, I had my reservations.
It would be simpler if a person’s inherent goodness or inherent badness precipitated into their outward appearance.
And yet my experience of love is deep and varied, though not in a way that amatonormativity and our limited language surrounding love recognizes.
Surreality would posit that this riot is just another unbelievably strange moment in a series of unbelievably strange moments
I decide that since I was already not going to do a classic NaNo, I might as well break some other rules.
Perhaps what was most interesting to me about chemistry was the very fact that we could study something that was too small to see.
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
I used to think “living deliberately” meant doing crazy things, making wild memories.
