June 2013
4 posts
Sober (short)
I was the first one to wake up. The back of my eyes burned a little and my mouth was dry. I couldn’t quite see it yet, but it was raining outside. I could hear it pounding on the patio. The white curtains captured the sunlight which made the room glow softly with morning light. I reached over to the side table and pushed back some of the beer bottles to reach for my phone. It lit up saying “8:23 am”. It felt earlier than that. I laid back down and my eyes almost closed to to go back to sleep until my hand grazed yours.
May 2013
24 posts
Sometimes I get an idea for something I’m writing and I’m like, “Wow, that’s a great idea for a scene!” and then I write one sentence and realize that I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking.
“We shouldn’t be profiting from our students who are drowning in debt while we’re giving great deals to big banks, – the same banks, that destroyed millions of jobs and nearly broke this economy.”
—Senator Elizabeth Warren (via azspot)
Zorbing
Stornoway
Love this.
