More on that later, I had written between parenthesis. I've found it's the only way to keep myself from going off on tangents; too often I'll be in the midst of writing one thing, only to branch off into pages of something else. Case in point: a paper analyzing Blood Dazzler turned into a rant on ... Read More
Sweet Dreams Are Made of These…
Sundays are for dreams: Pilates books, I sigh over such beautiful bodies painting nails in pretty pastels bananas; enough said sweetly bright sweat suits drinking far too many cups of green tea listening to rain pour onto the streets watching Gossip Girl, such pretty ... Read More
Smells Like Teen Spirit
It smells like that gauzy, white canopy I had draped from the ceiling, over my bed, embracing with breezy yet gentle arms the entirety of my bed. Like fluffy duvets, made but rumpled from varying positions every so often. Like the sunlight bursting through seams between blinds that flood the room ... Read More