Dec 4, 2011
I bury my nose into your chest and think They’re wrong—no technology could ever make you closer to someone else Than this You smell like cologne and home A pillar of warmth and light that holds me up You breathe softly into my hair I can feel the curve of...
Jun 19, 2011
Rereading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for the first time in several years is like a nostalgic conversation with an old friend whom I haven’t seen in a very long time. As I read through the first few chapters, I can’t help but think, I’d forgotten how little...