Four Korean women are murdered in an Atlanta spa.

I do not know what it means to say goodbye to you.

Home—the word has evolved beyond a place; it now gravitates around a people.

What else can this be but an ode to you?

I am terrified by the passage of time, and the longer I live the more it begins to scare me.

To my friends and family who are not here in the city with me: I miss you dearly. I miss school—not the actual academics, but the people who come with it.

Impatience has colored my memories, even the happy ones, for as long as I can remember.

Physiologically speaking, the female body is not designed to run long distances.

In the spring of 2017, I am diagnosed with depression.

I miss the first three meteors.

If you are not white, classically beautiful, or wealthy, you likely do not have a place in the Greek system. I would recommend that you stop reading immediately. 

I find myself searching, more and more often, for some source of warmth.

The days are passing both slowly and incredibly fast, each hour stretched across the grass, each week jostling by, almost overlapping in their haste to move along.

I love being on stage. I think about the reasons I do. I wonder, and fear, that it’s simply because I like to be seen.

for someone, to whom the niagara falls are endless, or

the grand canyon alien as the moon, i will

run a peach under cold water and slice it

It’s funny, because when I first met Sam, I was convinced we’d never be friends.

The thing about missing something is that it always sneaks up on you.

Four to six weeks, non-weight bearing. No particularly strenuous movement. Certainly no running.

You want to be a writer? Then go write your fucking heart out.