Puddle-palooza!

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been sneak-attacked by a puddle on my treks across campus. A puddle.

‘My Messy Mind’ has a personality of its own

Her music screams for your attention, but in a natural “you know you’ll find yourself here” and not in a “LOOK AT ME” type of way.

To everyone, everything, that’s no longer mine

You left so many pieces of you with me — I’m a mosaic. You gave me pretty stained glass, and when you left it cracked into shards.