To All the Boys I’ve Rejected Before
The whole thing was awkward, really.
The whole thing was awkward, really.
If someone isn’t tired, who are they? Can they stand up?
When I returned, snails lurked in every corner.
“I don’t have my keys,” I told Luke.
I started tearing up as I agreed to the epidural and signed the paperwork.
From the solace of our home, I got to reconfigure my relationship with my hometown and with my family.
You can see why my elementary school brain latched onto Idaho.
There was certainly a sort of hubris involved—I don’t let a machine think for me.
A romantic war of moral good and evil without really wanting to realise that we’ve all fallen into the same trap.