Ghost of Days Unlived
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
It’s impossible to forget that the building was once a church.
It’s as if the freedom to have fun was traded in exchange for my college diploma.
Was this an encounter with some forest guardian, a mountain sprite who hikes miles through the misty mountains and sips water at hidden springs?
When I walk through the blue door, now it feels like a home—my home.
I mean honestly, I cried the entire eight-hour car ride to college (shout out to my parents who kept driving).
Can I carry around a sign that reads: “I’m new here”? Can I attend the adult version of Cokes and Clubs?
By the time Church came out with his second album, I was already calling him my favorite artist.
The most interesting places felt quiet, frozen, and deeply layered.
Gollums in caves. Rolled down Smartwools. Disposable camera flash. #SB2k13.