quarterlife
This is what happens when you're 25 and decide that the life you thought you wanted and worked so hard for is, in fact, awful, so you very suddenly pull the plug on the NYC creative underclass and start being a counselor at Jesus camp. Until August, when you will need to blog about something else, because camp is over, and real life is starting again. This is a quarterlife crisis.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickenson
That never wrote to me,—
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickenson
