Sometimes at parties, they would make eye contact with each other from across the room. Jesse would tilt his head in a gesture that Mora would read as “Are you okay?” and Mora would either nod or wince as if to say “Not really. I’m feeling a little tired. I’d like to go home and… Continue reading ice cream on the way home
Sometimes I wish I didn’t exist. I think everyone has this thought at some point. For example, when something extremely embarrassing happens and all you want to do is become invisible so that no one can watch your face turn red. Or when you know you have to have a difficult conversation with a friend… Continue reading sometimes i wish i didn’t exist
Do you remember when I left that 7-11 slurpee in the car and David had to come help me get the ants out? Or that night on the beach when Kyla lost her sandals in the dark? What about that time that we saw fireflies in Louisville in the forest behind the casino? What book… Continue reading do you remember?
not a love story < click the button to open the playlist! I did my very best to embed it directly to the page, but WordPress isn't cooperating with Spotify at the moment. I promise the link is safe! Since all of our San Diego seasons love to mix themselves together, making playlists based on… Continue reading not a love story
written on May 21, 2020 / On Ellis Avery’s 26th birthday, she woke up to a grey window glittered with rain. This sight was a great relief, as she had hoped to spend the day inside but was afraid of the pressure to go out on a “beautiful” day. It was nine thirty now and… Continue reading for the best
written on May 14, 2020 / By June, Eve had forgotten what it felt like to be alone. In her time at home she was sharing space and time with seven roommates, all of which had their own routines, habits, and pets. On good days, the company was enjoyable. There was always someone to talk… Continue reading unfamiliar terrain
written on March 3, 2020 / In the breakup, he took the Eames chair, the Casablanca poster, and the sourdough starter. Milo was a good person, I swear. He just didn’t understand that the starter was ours to share, that the jar I left on the counter was intended for him to use to split… Continue reading eames chair, casablanca poster, sourdough starter
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