December 27, 2018

it seems as though i have been tangling and tossing on fawn legs through the murky wood of year 20, only to return once more to where I had begun.

April 23, 2018

2016. I was a first year student nuzzled in the corner of a cold lecture room bigger than my high school’s auditorium. I wrapped myself with my big scarf ...

March 30, 2018

"Guess I could have tried/ A little harder/ But I seek comfort in being alone" - Keaton Henson

February 1, 2018

August to September was a breeze. Humid and rainy. It was sunny towards the end of the two month span, seeping into the beginning of October, but Autumn came c

December 24, 2017

11:09 pm | december twenty-three, 2017

I spend my last minutes as Nineteen with reflection. Instinctively, I try to think about what I learned, what was brought, what has been overcome, what I still need to overcome. These thoughts are very hard.  Like marble waiting...

October 27, 2017

this is about my anxiety.

September 16, 2017

The city is under construction. I complain about how many bright orange pylons scatter the streets- decorating every other block from route east to west. If I close my eyes and try not to think about it, the bumpy road and my growing nausea poke at my sides to remind m...

July 20, 2017

I revisited High Park after what seemed like forever ago (the day after my senior prom in high school). I was initially repelled by the name of the park, as every little nook had ignited a little piece of my memory from those years. Returning five years later, I've fou...

April 23, 2017

In the weeks leading up to the moment we left, I was losing my mind. I mean that in every possible way. It got up and left me somehow in the peak of deadlines and priorities and went elsewhere. To try and find itself again, maybe. To find a home in a user who will use...

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farewell to twenty

December 27, 2018

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