I am sitting on a bus, watching with tired eyes as the lights of LAX fade off in the distance only to be replaced with brighter lights of the city ahead. It is one in the morning and my eyelids are heavy but my hands are shaking and my mind is grinding, spinning like a [...]
It is when she feels so frequently covered by the restricting layers of her modern society that she is drawn back in time. She feels a rush of serenity as her mother's gentle hands return from their grave in the earth to softly weave a comb through the girl's long, dark locks. She can taste [...]
"You serve the best by doing what you love the most" - Maria Bello. Let me paint the scene: April of last year, a nervous, sophomore version of myself, and a plastic bag from the Costco photo center resting on both of my palms like a sacrifice to the artistic gods. My eyes glittered not [...]
To The Boy With The Kind Eyes I never liked the color green until your eyes met mine, and I melted underneath their gentle hue.
Everyone has a mood hobby. You know, the one thing you can always do when you're happy or sad or angry. For some, that's movies: The Fault In Our Stars when they want to be sad, High School Musical when they're full of joy. Personally, I prefer poems - specifically, poems from Pinterest. Seriously, you [...]
Just a warning.