Sahana. 19. University of Michigan 2015. Poet, feminist, cynic, occasional vocalist, activist, omnivore, afflicted with wanderlust, enthusiastic music snob, social justice proponent, and huge fan of cuddling. I love anchors, maps, shipwrecks, thigh-high stockings, typography, lace, and the human heart.

"Maybe its the best part, really. After you've parted. When it's all just you again; all the kisses, all the wanting, all the... bliss, has turned to memory. Memory so clear, so present it's as if your love is still there. At least for that morning hour, 'til the memory recedes. Until that once warm presence is only a phantom. Until your hearts just hunger again..." • Stars, hide your fires.
The crownless again shall be king.