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Hermit crabs are my friends.

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El Tesoro // 2016 – 2017

 

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Tomislav Squats

The Cabinet Needs a Rice Krispie Delivery

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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

It’s almost September.

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

This Week’s (Year’s) Episode

When I’m at a loss for what to write, I tend to go through my archives- whether those be blog archives or the stacks upon stacks of notebook pages I’ve filled over years, I lean towards reflection on previous events.

Today, I stumbled across two posts I wrote towards the start of junior year. I often used to write something I liked to call “This Week’s Episode,” and each was essentially a reflection or recap of the week I had.  Continue reading

Letters to friends at the end of junior year

**this doesn’t even cover half of what I want to say to half of the people I want to say it to but it was nice to get at least some of it down in writing. 


Dear 1,

I will forever love the fact that you never sugarcoat anything.
You’re one of the sweetest and most thoughtful people I know, but you don’t let anything get in the way of your honesty. You channel your thoughtfulness into constructed opinions that are well-rounded and understanding of existing context. I sometimes don’t know how to tell people what my real opinion is, but you rarely are and I admire that so much.

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