12th Grade

Every summer, every winter.

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It Was Sunny Last Weekend

“I can’t compare her to pancakes. That sounds vaguely sexual. I know… I’ll change ‘pancakes’ to ‘crepes.’ That makes it deep.”
–The author

Heart Light

Rain: translucent, crystallized youth on sticky, tender lips.

Holy

Like the track marks on our embroiled, addict hearts…

The Getty

Thinking about a girl I met in California…