I’ve been writing so much, I think I might actually revert to some math. I’ve been alive for twenty years and a month. I’ve lived a quarter of my life, a fifth if I’m being optimistic. Twenty years is a substantial amount of time. I’ve fallen off of a bike, crashed into failure, tumbled into

Rule book for bone hide and seek: 1.You must hide the bone. 2. Kenzie will not wait if you disappear around the corner 3. You will only have 20 seconds, thirty tops if a squirrel from outside enters her view 4. If you do not find a difficult hiding place, you will be required to

“I really would like to know the moment that life starts forcing itself upon you, when the scary things out there are never as scary as the things inside of you.” Callie says this in Above. Surprise, surprise it’s a thought I’ve been wondering about too. I think it’s so interesting that when we’re younger

I don’t really have much to say on a daily basis for a blog. I spend all my time writing that it seems unfair to do anymore, to suck up all the words from the universe. And yet somehow here I am again, my fingers tired before I’ve started, my brain slowly turning to mush.

I just finished reading my book. I’ve read it about a million times, but this was the first time I read through it, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to change it. I’ve had four years of reading this book, each sentence temporary in my mind…and now they aren’t. Now, these sentences are staying,

I find myself staring at a computer screen quite a lot lately. It’s funny because this wasn’t necessarily planned. I never knew the amount of hours I would spend by my computer or the strength that my fingers would get from endless typing. I’m still really glad my mom had made me take that typing