— bright blue-green hair, vast stretches of patchy grass, mysteriously pulled biceps, slow creaking bike strokes, evening video calls, eerie hallways to whooping freshman, a permanent collage station —
Liability. Late night walks in the city lights. Late night cruising in humid air. Catcalls and cross arms and closed faces. Tortillas with peas and eggs and cheddar, stacks and stacks of Ritz. Banana pancake things in soft grey mornings. Jiggling jammed bike locks. Perfect, glowy skin save for a large and gently swelling pimpleContinue reading “snapshot”
– exuberant bodies
This weekend, I had so many invitations I didn’t know what to do with them. I’ve magically become friends with MC, and after meeting her friends for a weekend, I remember now what it’s like to have a group of people genuinely want to get to know you, who value you. I realize that perhapsContinue reading “an artless snapshot of my friendships”
1/3/17, 11:35am, sitting on the beach a bit north of k–‘s place a snapshot: nine pelicans in a row, doing a wave of sorts, movements starting from the first and rippling down to the last as each hits that break or lift in the wind. it’s cubism in nature: several instants, all at once; simultaneityContinue reading “journal #12, 1/3/17”
rocky, gritty, breaking human voices over clean, clear, smoothness texturestexturestextures
Frank Ocean over and over and over and teary eyes and emotionsss at 1am Sadfrustratedangryscaredinsecurestagnanthesitantdiscontentquiet Living indeliberately and random interests. Scraping by on nuts and popcorn and prunes. Lonely dingle life. No conditioner.
(because I love snapshots and I haven’t done one in quite a while) Sticky skin, sweat drops off of my chin, hair, nose. Sweat mustache. Praising the invention of the fan. Thick air. Alternating between the freezing AC and the boiling outdoors in 15 minute bursts. Troye Sivan and Lion King loopers. Flippy purple-ish ponytails.Continue reading “Snapshot”
1/24/16, 3:08am, notes from iPhone It’s raining in my hometown, the one city where it never rains. I know this from inside the plane, as water streams frantically, pressed against the side of the plane, and I catch just the 10 – inch section of the river through my window. Sharp lines against texture. IContinue reading “Notes From The Plane Ride Here”
College and dorm life. Swiping cereal in plastic cups. Lunch with whoever, anyone. Boys. Too many boys. Messenger and Snapchat and text and indecision. Midnight walks. Sitting under the highway. Simulated thunder and rain; simulacra. Closing social circles. Distant friendliness.