By: Courtney Beardsworth
I waited for maturity to crash over my body. il n’y rien de plus apaisant que l’hiver. he felt the same way about winter. I was amused and bought magnets to spell out sentences. I expected lovers to appear, like spring. fifteen bare windows and the party continued without me. I dampened delusions of grandeur, ignoring the fact that free countries would always feel cold. streets disappeared (in the flicker of a moment) making it impossible to run.