Day 241 || August 30, 2011
I finally made it back to Chicago and was reunited with these beautiful people. <3 We had an intense Girl Talk session which lasted late into the night. We took a walk that brought us to a gazebo in the park at around 3 in the morning. I just…I love them. SO much.
I post pictures from this time in our lives on their facebook wall with captions like “Babies!” or something similarly minimizing because this was the first time in my life I felt really found by two people, where I felt so completely heard. It’s really hard to describe how grateful and appreciative to have found two people who have been so consistently there for me in some intense times of needs. And now our friend group has joined into a big happy family of sorts, helping each other, listening and feeling for each other as best as we can.
I will never forget this night.
Sarah Stanley - Free Milk
FREE MILK (First Draft - Easter 2012)
I’m posting the first draft because it’s likely that I will never write subsequent drafts and I can’t bear the thought of having another decent piece rot to death in a folder somewhere.
This is kind of a sexy poem, so I hope you enjoy it.
For the past two years, I have called Sarah my best friend (ever since the night we met in the halls of our dorm building wearing our pjs). I’ve written with her, shared some of my darkest secrets with her, drank with her mom and helped her move into her very first apartment.
Though I love every second of our friendship, I admire Sarah’s writing more than I admire anyone else’s (and you know that’s a big statement if you’ve been paying attention). I have seen her grow into a writer of great strength and wisdom. She’s the kind of writer I envy because it feels like anything she writes falls out of her perfected, profound, moving. She has that way of crafting a sentence in just the right way. If I were her teacher, I would crave her words, crave seeing her grow, take those risks. I would encourage her to take any instinct and run with it because it will probably be successful.
Basically, I want to give some mad props to my best friend for yet another incredible piece that made me whisper “good goddamn” and made the hair on my arms raise in the best possible way.
My life during my first year of college is clearly not any different: wandering around with a belly full of food with my good friends.
The only difference is that Berry Moon has a killer sign now!
This boy already had me in swoon city and then he asked one of my best friends this. (And my other best friend liked it!)
me - Sometimes Home
SOMETIMES HOME DOESN’T REMEMBER YOU
This is embarrassing. I just wrote this tonight. There’s a weird echo. I messed up a word. I don’t know why I’m doing this. I just know that I’ve wanted to for a while and I’m taking a risk or something.
I’ll probably delete it soon.
No, but seriously you guys, sometimes I remember why I have such a talented array of people that I’ve called home for the past year and a half. Sarah is one of those people you meet that changes your life, that constantly makes you want to be better.
Listen to this, share it, remember that words are great and why words are great. I wish I could put this in my pocket and shove it in my heart and on weird days, I could take it out and read it and remember all the ways that I’ve found something.
Point: She’s great, listen to this, and be grateful we live in a world where things like this can happen.
Shit Sarah, you’re right. Pandora Symphonic Radio is MARVELOUS to do homework to.
Sarah just had the best emotional meltdown in the entire world. I wish I would have filmed it. She got up, she got down, she kicked the table, and got all of up in Liz’s face.
Beautiful days in 1625.
“I’m sorry for my reaction, it was just. It’s like my dog, whenever she farts, she’s really shocked. That’s like me.” “I HAVE TO TELL MY MOM. I’M IN LOVE. WITH A GIRL!”
“I’m gonna listen to ‘Wild Eyes’ and fuckin’ hang myself.”
“That’s going on the blog. That’s where that’s going.”