The wind came in languid gusts like whispered reminders.

I always see nice images like that but I don't know what to do with them. I guess you share them with someone. Or you write them down in a poem. I had so many of those little images, but I never shared them or wrote any of them down.

He was so. So dirty, and just moving in front of me, and cute. I was in love with him, especially because he was talking to me.

I was an English major at UCLA when I was 18, and then I left after a year to start acting. I was educating myself during that time.

Sometimes rabbits, like, turn me on. I don't know why.

I love that the idea of examining memory, and the way memory is edited was made more interesting because it was being filtered through a writer.

The fame and the fame-hungry world we live in does it all for you. Women are lining up on your Instagram account to meet you.