Do you believe in wishing upon a falling star?
Tag Archives: nostalgia
november 1st
November is confusing with its hunched back and nostalgic gaze. Made to feel like the year’s old age, the grandma of the months.
spooky
– Kejt, what’s that mmmmazing smell? – says my sister as soon as she enters the house.
calling now
I feel like a writer (how wrong it sounds) full of stories that are not mine (I can’t do them justice anyway), and stories I never finished because they were too mine.
a pocket full of memories
I will never not be sentimental. If I could pocket any tangible evidence of love, I would. So I did.
redial
The wind keeps howling, dragging the laden branches of the old olive trees to the ground. As it huffs and puffs, it mops away the rain streaks, further west, farther and farther still.
enjoying the scenery
I’ve never felt so peaceful before.
fall is for friendship
Sometimes, fall makes me believe I’m a witch who can travel in time.
cookie monster: book edition
By the time I went to the city for high school, I had already missed a few windows.
happy birthday, baby bro
We’ve always been as thick as thieves.
