Though you may never see these words, I still wanted to say them.
Why not examine writing’s power through words that can be hummed as well as read?
What better way to learn about something so very intimate and human than through storytelling?
I have written in countless birthday cards, “I don’t know where I would be without you.”
In a life where fasting is underutilized, one forty-day stint is not going to make a big difference.
And yet my experience of love is deep and varied, though not in a way that amatonormativity and our limited language surrounding love recognizes.
Smashing a guitar on SNL is the most Phoebe Bridgers action possible.
I am resigned to spending my entire allotment of time for recklessness trapped within the confines of a single city.
Despite the islanders’ departure, the islands of St. Kilda are still there, still beautiful, still alive.
Yet the saddest part is that in their obsession with each other, Romeo and Juliet are constantly oblivious to the people around them who love them so incredibly much.