Quite Well

Do what you love and fuck the rest.

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Wait, is a short story due today? #gradschoolproblems #mfa #creativewriting #shortstory (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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I did everything minus the roomie assigned tasks. #todo #accomplished #killingit (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Clementines for days. #yum #tryingtobehealthy (at East Liberty, Pennsylvania)

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Starting the year right with a #visionboard. #happynewyear #2018goals (at East End, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Normally I write some heartfelt message on this day. But this year I’m just gonna say this day fucking suck and I wish my dad was here. (at Henrico)

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Me and the children. #puppylove #homefortheholidays #englishsetters (at Henrico)

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Out with MFA besties! #mfa #gradschool (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Important edits from the bestie. #jerseyshore #tshirttime #creativewriting #mfa #gradschoolproblems (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Last book of the semester... Was compelled to throw it across the room once I finished. I love #literature but damn I read a lot of books over the last few months. #lit #asinliterature #mfa #gradschoolproblems (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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I’m not sick you’re sick. #achoo #yesthisisapictureoftrash #dontjudge (at East End, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Rocking this solo Thanksgiving!! Listening to Christmas music, putting out decorations, writing papers, and taking Musinex because I’m sick (note background of photo). #readytoeat #lotsandlotsofleftovers (at East Liberty, Pennsylvania)

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Me: Time to get shit done

My head: Head machine broke

Me: understandable, have a nice day

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Fucused. #creativewriting #mfa #homework #bookart (at Chatham University)

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Volume set at eleven. #bighairlife (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Security deposit #gone. #winenot (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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Chipped nails and hot coffee. #titleofmymemoir (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

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There's this guy. And just wow.

I've only talked to him a handful of times, but I've already allowed him to ascend that pedestal. It might be the tats or the glasses or the voice, but I'm swooning like the girls I roll my eyes at for swooning. I mean even the prospect of writing him an email made me nervous. I read it through a hundred times, but sent it with a typo anyway. That's how messed up he has my brain. And I know he has no idea and I know the likelihood of this thing becoming a thing is nonexistent, but it's affecting me in this real way. It's actually quite astounding to be honest. That something so unreal can be real to my body and my brain and my emotions. I know I'm going to be talking to him again and again. God damn just wish me luck