Time is not linear. 

When questioned for comment, the brothers only had good things to report about the now-international Trillo. “It’s just nice to be with some of your own,” responded a Castle brother from the Philadelphia Main Line. 

It’s not in Philadelphia that I will write my magnum opus or cure my own common cold, but in a place unknown to man.

From the GSRs, the Wharton students who book them can see every non-Wharton student, but these second-class citizens will never know whether or not they are being watched.

Whatever happened to DEI?

Everything will have been nothing when it is all over. You must do to be. Yes, I will go to Penn Chinese Theatre's fall show.

Proudly, I #runondunkin

“OMG bitch, he’s so into you!” I reply. 

Eat a burger, you sick fuck.

Epilepsy is no joke 

Why is it that when you kiss him you can forget your name?

Clearly, this is a call to action. The entire club turned and looked at one another. We knew what must happen.

We return to fantasy not to forget, but to remember: other futures are possible. 

Please stop this madness.

Malaise is the Pantone color of the year. Use that in a sentence today.

"Persnimmon?” What the fuck? 

Et tu, Brute?

The States are most United in their shared touch starved-ness: the source of all health woes.

She was colors and light. She was clouds and trees. She was the water my mother drank while we were in her womb. We are twins, could you have guessed?

Read a poem. Write a poem. Make the mistake of starting something new.