the post calvin

9 Films; 4 Ds

I’m not complaining though— even without stuff popping out of the screen, there were more than enough Ds.

By six, the sun was already higher in the sky than it ever reaches in our winters.

I know that I’m a meat-eating, AC-loving hypocrite with an oversized soapbox.

What my heart craved was tangible, and all that I got was virtual.

The first time I drove into the parking lot of my high school as a summer employee rather than a student, I almost threw up.

It feels good to have a growing sense of where I live.

Blind tenacity doesn’t quite seem to fit this season.

Anyone who creates knows there’s freedom in constraints.

It is so good to get back into a crowd, but it’s harder and stranger and lonelier than I expected it would be.

I honestly don’t know that they give us any hard truths.