yesterday i was talking to myself and i told myself that i was going to write a book and give it to you so i put paper in my bag and put a pen in my bag and rode my bike to the river bank and then sat on the ground and thought 'i will never write a book' and watched ducks swim away from me

by ellen kennedy

www.mills.edu

I wish everyone could be just as straight forward out loud as they are in their thoughts.

and someday soon
I'd like to fall in love with myself,
if it is at all possible.

(Almost) every single night I mistake the bright red street lamp for a full moon ( Read more... )

“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

I know ( Read more... )

The biggest thing I've learned so far: I think a lot of people are able to confidently say they know me better than I know myself.

And I am reluctant to say, I couldn't agree more.

10 minutes ago I ended my day by falling in the shower and hitting my head on some traditional Dutch tiles, and I am convinced that some supernatural force is trying to tell me that I should go back home where I belong ( Read more... )