• Elliana Reynolds

    people, places, and things

    what are we thankful for in 2020?

    November 20, 2020
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    Things: In a year spent motion sick, it’s the things I could grip onto. A pencil, at first, tucked in a new notebook, sheathed in black matte leather. For thoughts and their consequences, words. The hard spine of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous. A story that, for the first time, invited me to join it […]

    wish you were here

    a love letter to pen pals

    November 13, 2020
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    “Un francobollo, per favore?”   The employee at the tabbachino was unimpressed, sliding a packet of stamps in my direction. In English: “here you go.” Almost three years of learning Italian and the try-hard air of an American accent suffocating my pronunciation gave it away.   Regardless, I left with stamps, which was the goal. […]

    for the first time

    trusting myself after cheating

    October 22, 2020
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    When I cheated, when I lay next to someone else, all I could think about was my partner and how much hurt he would feel when he found out. In the moment, I didn’t think of myself or my present guilt, I didn’t think of the person lying behind me, hand on my hip, or […]

    one face, two face, three

    on the loneliness of remembering people

    October 15, 2020
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    I have always been good at putting faces and names together after meeting someone, even if it was only for a moment. Sometimes, I only have to see their face on Instagram for them to be forever etched into my brain—I have no clue how they sound, how they move, how they laugh: all I […]

    falling (back) into fanfiction

    finding comfort in familiar (fictional) friends

    October 1, 2020
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    “In the mirror—what do you see?” “What am I supposed to be seeing, Potter? It’s a mirror.” “You mean, you don’t—”  Draco took a few steps back to observe the mirror at a comfortable distance. He couldn’t see anything beyond his own irritated expression and huffed in frustration. “I see what I should be seeing,” […]