interpreter of melodies

Over the past several months, I've caught myself—multiple times—on the verge of tweeting song lyrics like I'm a seventeen-year-old writing on MySpace. I think it's probably because the last time I had my heart broken like I did a year or so ago, I was seventeen, and it was easier to wear your heart on… Continue reading interpreter of melodies

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rules of engagement

“Well, he said you're cute, but kind of... weird,” she tells me, sheepish. “Like, he said he looks over in class sometimes and you're, like... giggling to yourself?” I'm offended, briefly, before I think about myself in Developmental Psychology. It's more about babies than I had really bargained for, and either I'm bored and my… Continue reading rules of engagement