"Always learn poems by heart," she said. "They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay."
I associate numbers with colors. All the time, and I have for as long as I can remember. Like, 5 is red, 7 is green... it has never seemed odd to me until today that I do this. I can't explain to you what I mean.
I have a midterm at 8 (blue) and I am going to fail it.
I can't stop listening to the old Ani DiFranco albums, like up to 1993 or 1994. She is only a little older than me in these recordings and it's so inspiring. "Imperfectly" as a whole, really. I've been writing again. You'll see.