Nonfiction

i remember england. 
mostly right now i remember my dormitory: 
a little place with an insufficient fan, 
blackout curtains that opened onto a courtyard
and when the sun was out it was too hot to keep them closed

It was really just another sandwich but

it was a bagel topped with melting cheese and tomatos

And it was kinda amazing

i'll be a senior next year. i'm scared.
i'm watching on the school's site right now, watching my friends cross the stage and shake hands
i'll see a few of them over the summer, yes
but it's not the same

Dear Non-Waldorf Schoolers,
How many of you have heard of a Waldorf School?
If you haven't that's okay, I'll explain.
If you have, what do you think of people like me who go there?
Do you think we're rich, snobby, uneducated jerks?

On November 25th, 2013, I woke up to morning rain.
It was maybe a good forty degrees, something like that,
and I wasn't ready for the day at all. It was a Monday.
God, I still hate Mondays. They're an enemy to us all.

we're screwing with the environment!
stop protecting your sponsors with their fat stacks of cash and try to care more about people than money!!
we're frying the earth alive right now and people are going to die because of it

while watching a show
"oh, he's going to die, isn't he?"
character dies
"huh, wouldja look at that"


real talk. 

the best thing we probably do is get our annual illegal fireworks and set them off on the fourth of july. now they're not legal, since ny is wacky like that, but it's fun to see people's reactions

it was a blt, i think
my grandma had made it.
i don't know if she'd ever made one before, but i could find not faults in something created with love. 

hey ywp, 
i'm just gonna throw a copy-and-pasted blurb from my google keep here. i hope to write it soon.

Illion - A gifted singer, one who performs the rituals required, unbeknownst to him.

My act of courage?

I don't think myself a courageous person, but I think the most courageous thing I've ever done is convincing myself that I need to get better.
I'm not as good with words as some others here, but please bear with me.

preschool smelled like the open ground and grassy knolls. how do i remember? i don't. all i can do is look through my memories and try to recall everything.