Love Story (1970, dir. Arthur Hiller)
It’s comical that the rich kid with a building at Harvard named after his family is a hockey bruiser while the baker’s daughter not good enough to marry
Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.
After, we slunk back to Mema’s Alaskan Taco Hut and I crawled into a booth and ordered with two fingers like we were stuck in a Mad Men b-reel. I couldn’t see my hand held up, but from this
I am trying to come out to my father / but all he wants to talk about / are the 1985 Chicago Bears
Before roosting in the city, starlings dive—
five thousand deep in flock. Like cells they follow the
law of localization. Bound by surroundings. Step into a
crowded elevator and take on
We wiped down, scraped, rearranged, shook out, swept, mopped, vacuumed, stripped, waxed, sealed.
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Julie Hrudova works and lives in
Southerners think that West Virginia is the north, and northerners think West Virginia is the south.
“Isn’t there something called ‘Pizza’?” I whispered to my girlfriend one night, awake from a dream; she kissed my forehead, her breath heavy with the sweet smell of cilantro, and sent me back to sleep.
I was birthed alongside a digested McMuffin evacuated from a parallel pipe—my mother’s last pre-labor meal. She opted for a natural birth, taking only an aspirin, never uttering a complaint.
When I told you I wanted to file a police report for our missing love, you turned to me with your best impression of a blank page.
I feel blessed. I thank God with a capital G for my success.
Lying next to her, I wrote the last chapter of the Bible and surrounded our bed with Doritos.
First of all I want to thank you for accepting my friend request. Out of all our graduating class of 1992, you were the only one to do so.
