Lessons In Hunger
“Do you like me?” I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, and I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears but blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been...
Indiana Love: I Just got mine, get yours now! →
Near my desk I keep a photo of Emily Dickinson’s bedroom and writing table. The...– Virginia Euwer Wolff (via boyhood)
Can’t get enough of this beautiful Indiana fall weather! Sitting outside Moe & Johnny’s, sipping coffee and (attempting) school work makes for a perfect afternoon. I love my neighborhood.