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  • June Gloom

    Here’s where I was this time last year. Blissfully writing on the side of a lake in UMass Amherst while the mosquitos absolutely feasted on my legs, roughly 2,500 miles from everyone I know. The story I was working on in this picture would be what I read at open mic that night, which would… Continue reading

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  • Sophomore slump or comeback of the year?

    We travel like gypsies, only with worse luck and far less gold. We’re the kids you used to love, but then we grew old. When I’m in the right mood, I take out the current Fall Out Boy CD and replace it with an older, angstier Fall Out Boy CD. I recommend using this method… Continue reading

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  • Please leave me stranded. It's so romantic.

    (Bet you never thought a writing blog would have so many T Swift references. And yet…) In the immortal words of our girl Tay, we’re all bored. We’re all so tired of everything. How else to sum up the post-grad funk? Since I finished school in January, things been fine. Good, even! I’ve been working… Continue reading

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  • More forest. Earlier forest.

    I once had a friend comment on a Facebook picture of my then-boyfriend, “I want to put you two in a snow globe and watch you interact.” Amelia Gray’s most memorable stories in AM/PM take place in a world defined by the rules that the characters are I. stuck in a box with no apparent knowledge… Continue reading

  • You can say we met at Starbucks

    So far, none of my exes live in Texas. It would appear, however, that a good number of them live on Bumble. When you go to a school like ULV, though, dating gets weird. Hardly anyone actually gets (or stays) together because everyone knows everything about everyone else. It’s like we’re all Taylor Swift or… Continue reading

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  • The Brooding YA Hero & other problematic faves 

     Do you ever see something and you’re immediately like, this. THIS is the source of my problems. I diagnose myself like this almost daily. Currently, the scapegoat I am blaming all of our inability to like people who are good for us on is a figure we all know and love (and hate, and love),… Continue reading

  • The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

    Before I get into it, I’m just gonna give a quick inventory of what happened last week: All of my midterm stresses culminated: Wrote midterm essay in its entirety. Was actually pleasantly surprised to see that I knew 67% of the material on the two consecutive geo exams, which is just pitiful. Entered the part… Continue reading

  • In Defense of Halloweekend (disclaimer: not about walks of shame)

    There’s something very existential about being hungover the Friday of Halloweekend. Here you are, making the same walk of shame joke you make every year when you leave a sister’s dorm room carrying last night’s tutu in your hand. Literally, every year. Always a tutu. Always referencing the same youtube video. Never mind the fact… Continue reading

  • Yeah, whatever.

    ATTENTION, MY BRAIN IS TURNING INTO MUSH PLZ SEND HELP I just wrote a long explanation as to why, but I deleted it because it doesn’t matter. I’m dwelling too much on all the things that needs to get done and, as a consequence, getting nothing done. it is infuriating. When an essay that should… Continue reading

  • When it gets crisp in the fall (On pretending to be Fitzgerald when you feel like Poe)

    I want to talk about the art of pretending bad days aren’t that bad. I am currently in a recurring cycle of horrible days. It’s sort of institutionalized into the life I’m living (See also: three jobs, 18 units, self loathing). It’s like I have all these things I want to do and write about… Continue reading