the stars write.

Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

(via midwest-monster)

The wind never spoke to my mother
when I was born. My heart was hidden

beneath the shells of walnuts switched
back and forth. I have to cheat to feel
the beating of drums in my chest.

— Sherman Alexie

(Source: slipstreampress.org)

• Paid my tuition deposit for the New School 
• Read posts from my high school Xanga at a public event.
• Started commuting via bicycle for the first time since July
• Slept in for the first time in weeks. 
• Planned for the writing workshop I’m leading starting tmrw until June  
• Contemplated painting my nails 

I was recently accepted at the New School for fiction with a Dean’s scholarship. I guess the bf and I will have to move to NYC or whatev.