run, boy, run

that which we are, we are — made weak by time and fate.

v

as we fall.

every rose has its thorns; show me yours and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.

nebulosity

... and with that, the motes of my being flew together from the far expanses of the universe and I gasped.

countryish

something something country is ok sometimes

matt's coffee shop

privilege of pressure

don't fold

expeditionary

onwards!

playing ping-pong with your boomer

... and probably letting them win ;)

proj. academia

duality of mind, heart, and soul.

slowly.

brick by brick

Redline

demanding excellence

no margin

the web

you're a kite dancing in a hurricane.

university is fun!

really