Teaching is a work of heart.


do u ever do something mildly impolite like not give a nice goodbye or not hold a door and spend the rest of the day thinking about it

Your kisses have changed.

They are hungrier now, more possessing.

I can feel every emotion you wish to tell through those kisses.  

I can feel the passion, the yearning. The love and adoration.  I can feel you wanting, needing. 

I can see my future in those kisses. The ache and searching.  

You’ve engulfed me, completely.


Fellow teachers! I was out shopping yesterday and noticed a sign next to the register at The Limited. The sign promised a 15% discount for educators, military personnel, and students. Unfortunately, I don’t have my school ID yet so I couldn’t cash in on it. But that gave me an idea!


Whisper post

I wish my boyfriend was a little more adventurous with our date ideas.

Two nights in a row with school dreams.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

What happens to a dream deferred?


Does it dry up 
like a raisin in the sun? 
Or fester like a sore— 
And then run? 
Does it stink like rotten meat? 
Or crust and sugar over— 
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?”

Langston Hughes

One of my favorite poems.

Am I the only person not obsessed with Beyonce?

I want school to start.


I also don’t want school to start yet.

These past couple of days my boyfriend has brought up engagement rings and weddings.

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