I am tiring of cities.
I am tiring of cities. I remember stepping in cool grass & the lilacs, the lilacs pressing their tiny buds against my lips- sweet fragrance :: hard concrete almost the same color as lilacs only missing out the color part completely.
DOES THIS MAKE ME A ZOMBIE?
Went to a lovely pub (that had a resident puppy!) and had a quintessential experience. Says my classmate upon hearing me recount this experience in great distress: “Sarah, how could you not know what Sweetbreads are? That’s a joke in, like, every situational comedy.” The comedic situation is that this is England and I, Sarah Mitchell, mislead by the aforesaid euphemism, ate...