I love you. We’ve all heard these words before. We’ve said them before. We’ve given them out like they were candies wrapped in little blue boxes with silver strings, we’ve imagined them into our desires so we could feel a little less…
Today I realized how dependent I am on the personalities of others to hide away the things about me I don’t want to accept. *** I’m using people like camouflage, changing myself as if everything I am doesn’t go beyond skin. *** Please…
It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…
After all, hope is just the word grown-ups use for magic. *** I’ve only seen you once, at Grand Central Station when you smiled at me and then disappeared into the blur of people, but right then I knew that you would…
I have lost time the way I lose eyelashes: perpetually, unconsciously, dismissively – and I never noticed how jetlagged my innocence was until I couldn’t compensate for the loss of my childhood anymore. *** I play hide-and-seek with goodbyes because when they find me I know…
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s response to the constraints of convention or circumstance? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Diary of a Piano-Tuner’s Wife” with connections based off ideas of rebellion and the imagery of gardening. Theme Statement: When individuals who have…
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