it was after i’d finished a good meal and was leaving that i met an old friend. but we didn’t actually meet. i only saw the back of her head yet instinctively i knew who she was, and the nostalgia hanging in the air that time attested to the fact. i wasn’t up to feeling any more awkward than i already was, so i only looked at her sparingly, in a manner that defeated all chances of exchange, as my...
if you’re lost this Christmas, may the lights bring you home. have yourselves the merriest time today ♥
just now i got to thinking about how i spent my first few months in M. the golden days of spring were strange, as were the damp days of winter, but there is one cold night i always recall as being the strangest. the boys were going through a phase of social smoking and stolen glances in order to flirt with the girls, so there were over fifteen of us tucked away in a small space at the back of a...
A locked door and tears, cold tiles beneath my bare feet, relief at long...– three happy Friday haikus