it is profusely terrifying that in just eleven months from now i will be thrown into the wild.

Plan for the worst case scenario, but do everything in your power to manifest the best case. That was the story of spring.

In today’s world, cringe is one of the most overused words and I am no innocent bystander to the cringe epidemic.

it's the final stretch, one last month that makes or breaks everything. i'm no stranger to this type of pressure. somehow i always end up...

rockets don't stop halfway, or something like that.

New Year’s is not overrated—just simply misunderstood.

Despite all the easily preventable missteps this semester and multiple shortcomings, I have something to be happy about.

Lock in, one more time. One last dance. Believe in the heart of the cards.

A couple of small breakthroughs stalled the kiss of death, and slowly I crawled out of my grave. Emotions started coming back to me.

I play dead for others to nurse me back to life. It’s a worthless defense that is healthy for nobody.

i used to think i could fly. now i know better. are you ready to catch me?

down three to five, love-forty, and she's smiling.

When the time comes, I’ll probably become capitalism’s slut... you can’t live, laugh, love your way to your first million

I do think TFT at its core is a very great game, I just think that there are too many frustrating things about it that just make it not fun.

I've been behind on practically everything these first couple weeks of school.

I’m so scared to grow old. I’m scared to be old. I’m scared that one day I will no longer possess the traits of youth.

I definitely tried a lot harder this semester than ever before, and the results do reflect that.