Pernicious Thinking

Clouds loomed and roofed their houses. Threatening and versatile, they flittered back and forth before settling for the previously twilit wo...

Hi. This week I have been staying up all night (like I don’t do that regularly), leafing through Edith Hamilton’s MYTHOLOGY, fangirling...

Hi! Urgh. So it's summer and the place is boiling like the pits of hell and the ones of an old guy. My brother and I are left i...

Feb 11 2012, nearing midnight I'm thinking a lot today. My mother is in the same room as I am. She is surfing as I type away while lis...

I hate people. I hate how they’re lonely. I hate how they think too much. I hate how they dodge their feelings, their needs, their wants...

Looking for Alaska by John Green SPOILERS (kind of). As I walked into the other room, textbooks in my arms, I could finally relax. The s...

Somewhere out there, there will always be that kind of girl who will love hazelnut coffee and the sight of flour. She will wake up staring a...

Something under the ground snaps and you snap with it. The clouds play back and forth until they collapse, crying on the dead and spitting ...

Reality likes to sink in very often – so often that I end up spinning like some queen instead of drowning. If Reality’s no. 1 habit is appe...

You kick into a start and you can already feel the empty air shaping your words and wrapping itself around your exhausted limbs. The wo...