Writings for Winter: the greeks believed in apricots as the cure for unrequited love
If I can’t have the boy, at least I can have his clothes.
They leave their sweaters, their jackets, their blue jeans draped
over my bed like petals, filling the bathtub, rising to the surface
of the water like buoys. Always men have told me
that I don’t look eighteen-a few years older,…
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WOW OH WOW OH WOW OH WOW WOW ALL THE AWARDS GO TO THIS I WANT EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE WORLD TO READ THIS AND UNDERSTAND IT
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#selfportraitbetweenclasses (at Java Wally’s)
I don’t feel like I’m home in Syracuse. I don’t feel home in Rochester. I don’t know where I belong.
I’m moving back home in three days. I haven’t even packed yet…
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