“Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me. But bear this mind it wasn’t meant to be.” Altered lyrics for One Direction’s song, Little Things It summarizes a bit of what I’m feeling today in terms of emotion. But it’s been a pretty big day–I climbed (well… attempted to climb) three rock walls. […]
My breath came in small puffs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t BREATHE. I wanted to scream in frustration, but because my lungs simply couldn’t take in anymore air, that was not an option. There was no way out. It was just me and this wave of panic that threatened to pull me under a blanket […]
I can never spell acquiantence right. I spell it so impossibly that chrome can’t even figure out what I’m trying to type. Acquiantance. Acquiantence. Acquaintance. I think that is actually the first time I’ve ever spelled it right.