existential complacency through two-stepping on north quad

"what does it mean to be sophomore?"

exploring america through knit blankets

two watercress and napa salads later, i am back.

at around six pm, the fog set in

the child asked the deer, "is everything okay?"

i want wind to blow

so i can smell the wood from my bedroom window

kashi bitty curbstomp crunch

i hope i am not too wholesome for oberlin now.

i'm going to vomit

everywhere everywhere it's like quassy inside.

i'm writing you a letter

but i forgot how to speak english so don't be mad.