September 29, 2017 | Hobart Photo Stories
Welcome to Hobart Photo Stories, a one stop shop for photos that will excite the brain, the eye and the heart. —Tara Wray, photo<a class="more" href="/web_features/immortals">... more</a>
Roxane Gay took me out to dinner five years ago. It was Roxane, Ashley C. Ford and me. We were in<a class="more" href="/web_features/hobart-interview-fangirl-alert-thank-you-roxane-x">... more</a>
Before Nathan underwent surgery he made a list for if he survived, though it wasn’t that severe or threatening a procedure.
Our language is rapid and hard but we’re young so we giggle, too. We’re loitering. We pool our change to buy chips from the machine. Someone is expecting us. We’re not free.
But while I am nervous for what’s to come, I’ve always found comfort in Paramore—whether I was: 15 and head banging to “Misery Business” during anime club; crushing it on my Rock Band drum set to “That’s What You Get”; fucking up at my first publishing internship with an earful of “Ain’t It Fun”; or lip-syncing to “Still Into You” in my junior year dorm room, at 4 a.m., when I was in denial about how in love I was with a best friend.