When I laughed, I laughed like someone crying in a movie. I pushed my face in the pillow, and I laughed, and I forgot what was funny.
Library or bookstore
Library. Fuck bookstores.
He’s thrown away conceit. He wakes up. Starts his day. Does what needs doing. The rest is dreams. Futile strivings. Farts on wishful winds.
When I turn around, Nana stares at me like a startled bird. Dream people have nothing to say once they’re exposed. They go very still and gray—heavy, like sculptures—and dissolve.
At 3PM in an orange-lit cafe on 22nd street I eclipse and come clean to Cece by deleting Hinge
I don't think I've ever had a "fast hot affair."
e.e. is now doing one-on-one manuscript reads and yearlong mentorships/guidance
“I learned how to be a writer through Elizabeth.” -Chloe Caldwell
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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