“I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone” (72).
What Hazel seems to describe here is a liminal…
Guys. Liminality is my favourite thing.
Do you guys know how much I love this coin?
Where did the strings metaphor inPaper Towns come from?
Someone said it to me once, after a friend had attempted suicide,…
I’m excited for my classes this semester.
I don’t understand LinkedIn, and I clearly am incapable of using this important networking resource, and I obviously don’t know how to request an informational interview, and everything I am doing is wrong, and I will end up unemployed, and unfulfilled, and unloved, and I will die alone.