Youth is messy. It is imperfect and ever-changing. Nebulous. Molten. It is life experienced at full volume, full of lust and tears and tired eyes and shiny new adventures. And it is unequivocally wonderful – I am so glad to be in the middle of it.

I like to write (especially to procrastinate my college work), so I sure hope you like to read.

(And yes, a lot of these are about boys. I think about boys a lot. Sue me. )


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