The Color of the Night Sky
Ever since she was little, Michelle’s favorite word had been colors. Even now, as she felt the slight vertigo as her hospital bed rolled down the hallway, she whispered the word to herself again, relishing how the sharp, concise “c” rolled into the “o,” tripping over the “l” and slipping down the curve of the “r” to reach the soft hiss of the “s.” She remembered asking her father when...
after missing 2 days of classes during prelim season, losing sleep from having to wake up ridiculously early, travelling a total of 14 hours via bus/car, waiting a total of 15 hours in various coffee shops for said bus/car, and throwing away $1200+ in travelling expenses/filing fees… i’m FINALLY a citizen. yayy…
party in my head
volume turned up to the point where it’s just noise and i can’t hear anything going on around me. this is how the caffeine sensitive (i.e. my hands start shaking and my brain feels like it’s about to split in half from the caffeine headache) pull all nighters. of course, i’ll be deaf tomorrow but ah welll
who the hell sets the dumpster on fire in the middle of finals week oh college… anyways back to cramming for bio
ANIMAL - neon trees so much better than taio cruz [p.s. turn down your volume] -slope day 2012