“Mothers are not interchangeable,” he reminded me.

i wonder how much time i’ve lost trying to do right in lieu of just. doing

we pinball!

I'm the driver, but she's the boss.

I pick up the beer and hold it as an offering.

If you’re aware of it in the moment, then that’s something else. Call it what you like – but not love.

On finding a home.

We’re humming Don’t go, Jason Waterfalls.

The footage would be lost but not I. 

They say it’s for lovers, but all i can think is this state goes on forever.

Let the chips fall where they may, she thinks.

Part of growing up is learning how to let go. 

What do we know of exit wounds, anyways.

On lazy hazy crazy summers.

Gramma said, I’m going on a long trip.

I may be twelve, but I’m becoming more.

Imagine you’ve stumbled upon a playful or stupid or merciless genie.

When I was seventeen, I found the seam around my neck and unzipped it.

Despite being in a dark room with a stranger, I am reassured. 

I didn’t know why I wanted to do this. It was a compulsion, a twist in character brought about by a hand holding a stopwatch.