One of my best friends hates reading.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate a good analysis of a book,” he said, “I just feel like I don’t get anything out of reading the novels they forced on us in high school English class. Like, it makes me feel like it’s a waste, because just the fact that I had to read it on a certain timeline and do a certain thing with it ruined the book for me. I feel like that sucked out the chance to really get anything out of the book.”
At first, I was appalled.
I stepped out of the airport to a blast of heat, inwardly grumbling at the prospect of quickly becoming drenched in sweat as I lugged my bags toward the car. However, as the week went on, I quickly found myself adjusting to the heavy, humid air as my cousin and I roamed the streets of DC and New York City.
Hermit crabs are my friends.
02.22.17 // 9:08AM
I run an Instagram account by the handle @tomislavsquats.
02.20.17 // 11:20PM
There’s a tall cabinet with one wonky door in the far corner of my junior year English teacher’s classroom, a straight shot from the entrance, right behind the almost-life-sized cardboard cutout of Taylor Lautner. Currently, it houses Chex Mix, Famous Amos chocolate chip cookies, and a 56-pack of Rice Krispie treats along with teaching curriculum and several Toni Morrison novels. Continue reading
Bits and pieces out of notebook pages from this month.
1. I started senior year on August 17th, 2016. That is terrifying.
2. There have been a few mornings where I’ve opened my window expecting light to flood the glass but was met with dense fog and dew drops, and I couldn’t have been more pleased.
3. My playlists are my time machines. Continue reading