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Everyone around me is in constant motion, much like the waves roiling and knots coiling inside me. I so badly want to join in on the excitement. I want to enjoy the moment.
This photo was taken on a Tuesday morning before a long day of classes. Tuesday is by far my busiest day of the week, yet I conjure up the funkiest outfit possible in the small window of time I have before inevitably running late to my 11 am class.
Every sound wave is a pattern.
Every sound wave has its own frequency, a wavelength recreated over and over again.
To my friends,
You are the pieces of my puzzle that make me whole. This is for you :)
My fondest childhood memories involved two simple things: a kitchen counter, and a song.
Dear Beloved Reader,
I have a confession to make.
It’s a secret that I’ve been quietly harboring since high school graduation.
I was a band kid.
In the fall of my junior year of high school, the athletics program mandated an assembly for all the female athletes, stuffing our already cramped cafeteria full with apathetic girls.
As I watch Bridgerton edits on TikTok, I once again ask myself, “Why do they get to dress up and go to balls, while I have to dress up and go to frat parties?”
