An Ode to Stimson
“Your shirt smells like Stimson,” someone tells you. There’s not a specific smell that you can pinpoint as smelling like an entire … Keep Reading
“Your shirt smells like Stimson,” someone tells you. There’s not a specific smell that you can pinpoint as smelling like an entire … Keep Reading
i love our soft forms of resistance quick kisses in the hotel hallway laughing together while getting eaten by mosquitoes touching … Keep Reading
Today we got our final message from The Department. It came through right in the middle of our weekly U.S. History lesson. … Keep Reading
I suppose it’s a bit redundant to call it the “Stimson Dining Hall bathroom” because Stimson is no longer a dining hall. … Keep Reading
“Ninth month, feels like june,” your goose coat, fixed-gear bike stops. What’s under that skin? Covertly shielding tampon squeezes, oozes through. … Keep Reading
By now, I feel like most people have something of a grasp on what I look for in a bathroom. If you … Keep Reading
Good morning. Last night, I found out something potentially life-changing. Remember how I said that Jake seemed to be semi-regularly stealing from … Keep Reading
This review is going to be about the Mary Fisher dining hall bathrooms. No, not the ones in the dining hall. The … Keep Reading
It had been some time after the ritual ended. And yet that thing still was following her. It wasn’t like Katherine … Keep Reading
Halloween was last week and so we celebrated with another party, even though we had less pudding rations for dessert than usual, … Keep Reading