The fall is different each time. The first was fast and hard, a force of energy that you could only see the effects of once the dust had...

We work towards what we want in life, but we don’t always get it just because we’ve decided that we want it.

My love for words was born from the ones that were broken.

Two weeks ago, I sat on the roof of my downtown apartment, watching the sky fade from blue to dusty pink,

So there I was, hours away from putting on my cap and gown, crying alone in a basement and feeling guilty for not being happier.