I’m trying to be someone I’m not and I think it’s working out for me. When I first got here I realized I hadn’t prepared well enough. Normally, with occasions such as this one, I have laid out a persona to don for the first day. As a kid, my…

Let me begin by saying that I think my favorite way to get to know someone is by sitting in the passenger seat. I like not doing anything but getting to know him. I like the soft pauses in conversation, music we’ve agreed upon filling in the gaps with views…

I’ve walked around with an open heart on my sleeve for twenty years believing that people are always more like me, than they are not– that each of us possesses some sameness. …

Ivy-covered walls craft college campuses, dark and rainy just like the day you toured. White inner walls and ceiling, wooden furniture, wooden floors. All you need to complete the picture is a pale boy with dark hair, like Edward Cullen. It is like the year 2000 which is like the…

This weekend I took the trek up to Laurel, Maryland to spend an absurd amount of time at a horse-racing venue. In September, I journeyed to Ohio for Riptide 2021 as my first Smash major. …

Today I feel like writing poetry. Sun casts warm beams on the synthetic hardwood floors of this apartment; he grinds up the eighth we bought (this is the third in three days) while I control the music. My index finger aches and pulses from where I pulled a hangnail earlier…

On Beliefs I believe in feeling deeply. I believe in damaging your hearing for the sake of really good music. I believe in damaging your lungs for the sake of a really good menthol. I believe in clichés. I believe that there is true love, and it is important that…

Last week I let someone I barely know read my journal. I met Tommy on a dating app and at this point he’s driven three hours to see me a total of six times in two months. That’s eighteen hours of driving all for me. We don’t really know each…

“First times are tender.” — Christine Herzer First times are tender, the caress of a fingertip against the small of your back, lips fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle destined for each other, grab of the inner thigh, hard at first — you gasp — and then mesmerizingly…