you carry yourself with certain uncertainty and I wonder why that is. Continue reading
My dear queen/embodiment of pretty much everything I aspire to be in life,
This letter probably won’t even cover half of what I wish I could put into words. Honestly, it may be about as sequential as Ralph Ellison’s “On Bird, Bird-Watching, and Jazz” (not even close to being as well written, though… unfortunately).
I came into the year as a pretentious fifteen-year-old who thought she was the most thoughtful, understanding, and worldly person simply because she had just returned from a three-week trip to India two days before school started. Now I exist as a still-rather-pretentious-but-at-least-slightly-better sixteen year old who will forever be thankful that she decided to take AP English instead of going the simpler route. Continue reading
You’re the kind of month that gets me excited about the little things. Continue reading
Dear Over-Stimulative Music,
A lot of people have a lot of different opinions regarding you.
In fact, a lot of people have completely different definitions of you set in their own minds, ones based off of personal preferences or thoughts imposed by others.