I’ve been blogging in some way, shape or form since 2008. Up until now, I can’t directly answer the question “why do you have a blog?”.
Ann Patchett calls this book “a universal donor –I would recommend it to anyone, everyone”. I agree.
Uptown Saturday Night is apparently a 1974 film. That has nothing to do with this post.
Hold on to your “why”. Keep going.
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
In the fast-paced life of a grad student –or indeed, of any adult– weekends are the holy grail, coveted and kind of magical.
Time to wrap up this year. Here’s a dump of feels and words on my YL5 experience. A+, would recommend.
this little bug said hello to me then proceeded to drink me out of my red paint. rude. i knew the bug was drinking its fill because its transparent little body turned red. it scurried away when it noticed i was looking. probably. confession time i accidentally slightly crushed it when i was packing up. i hope…