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Posted on March 2, 2014, 4:04 pm, M spotting F (Dorm). 9 comments. MIT

I saw you, sometimes often, mostly never. Every time our eyes meet I feel butterflies. There are days when the butterflies are beautiful monarchs and I want them to stay forever. There are days when the butterflies are mere pupa and I can feel them stretching their future wings as they fill with air and light. There are days when the butterflies are caterpillars and I shiver as they squelch in my stomach. I still see you, for the days are cold, and I am hungry, and the butterflies taste like chicken.

  1. Posted at March 5, 2014, 2:02 am by M

    I guess what I'm trying to say is: next time our eyes meet and you see me keel over... could you please call a doctor?

  2. Posted at March 5, 2014, 1:31 pm by F MailMIT

    o_o
    What floor? and/or interesting trolling, well done

  3. Posted at March 5, 2014, 5:13 pm by M MIT

    Floor?

  4. Posted at March 5, 2014, 7:37 pm by M MIT

    +1

    i like chicken

  5. Posted at March 5, 2014, 9:15 pm by M MIT

    GODDAMMIT OP NOW I WANT FRIED CHICKEN

  6. Posted at March 5, 2014, 11:24 pm by M MIT

    Given the tiny size of the building, I know who I'd attribute this strange and unsettling outburst of figurative language to if the genders were reversed but I'm at a loss here. Can't even tell if serious or just odd sense of humor.

  7. Posted at March 6, 2014, 12:31 pm by M MailMIT

    *pupæ

  8. Posted at March 9, 2014, 11:53 pm by F MIT

    This is beautiful, thank you.

  9. Posted at March 10, 2014, 7:15 pm by F MIT

    I love Fried Chicken! If you're referring to me though, I don't recall any specific emotions pertaining to eye-contact with my dormmates, so I suppose this post is for someone with more mutual feelings. Play on my living-group mates!