Did… did 2018 happen?
*checks notes*
adventures of a tired bookwyrm
What does a stable sound like, in the still sharp air of not-yet-morning?
Cupped hands are full of blood we never drew
Ishmael was the wrong one before he ever took breath, Continue reading “children of guilt”
“Beware of the nuthatches,” my roommate says seriously.
“Oh no.”
“But there’s only three,” she adds, reassuringly. “This is a nuthatch behind me.” Apparently one of the museum-quality oil paintings hanging over her bed, all painted herself, has been one of this deceitful and alarming race of nuthatches the entire time.
Things in College I Expected Correctly:
Next Tuesday I’m going to pack up all my things, drive across town to unpack them into a tiny dorm room and meet the person I’ll share said tiny room with for the next year, spent a couple days in training, and then walk off into the wilderness.
Introducing… the teacup rose dragons!
Hey, quick question: what do you do when you want to fly so badly it aches in your chest Continue reading “”
I firmly and truly believe that practice makes perfect.
I am also horribly, horribly bad at practicing anything. Ever.
It has to be fun while I’m doing it, or the lizard brain says “um, no” and turns off all concentration. It’s a very unobtrusive button, and I usually don’t notice until I look up from my book and suddenly realize it’s three hours and four hundred pages later and what happened to music practice today?
4th of July is a Big Day here where I am, although I’m convinced it’s less patriotism and more partying + licensed pyromania!
I got off work just in time to go watch the parade, and the Independence Day parade is not something to be taken lightly.