i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape
When I see flowers growing from graves I remember there is life after death. And when I feel the fireworks in veins when she grabs my hand, I remember that there is also life after you too.
OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.