my dear—there’s this rumour—“an excitement, as they say” of your damask brocading by my little suit to which they pour us both a fizzy...

you speak much, but do you share vì mình thấy một cuộc sống đông người khá rare and when i was 19, i did a backflip and flipped the right...

know just how good it feels to know thyself and just how good it feels to not

because when i stop and obscurity shadow puppets on my face it can single handedly hand grenade my head to dusk because when i stop...

is it not exciting, seeing that i didn’t sleep half 86400 away, finding a chair and window for the 86400 window on my screen, knowing...

so i’ve been told it is better to hold silence than words that are words just for words so would that be why my tongue finds itself tied...

being able to recognize that it was this time 365 times ago when i finally looked at you—like really looked at you not the “let me check...

so maybe this is what it’s like to be turning 22: - cold bottled beer - some macaroons - (and at best) a picnicking peace of mind

to anticipate the number eight and how much fuck accumulates when i choose to sit, and list out all that may apply when i feel the...

a lifting of a lowered chin syrup licked off a silver spoon the wreckage of deceiving bloom or soon soi-disant rosy tones we’re strict on...

at the lagoon, there is a granite floating fortress passing this chaotic apathy hugging me the way my ribcage should feel air climbing...

what i remember is coloured cardstock on laundry bins i drew for mum that one day after school yellow for lights and blue for darks and...

i think people are quite pretty when they’re drunk pretty playful pretty bold pretty confused considerably naive sizably human neatly...

i understand that you can’t—you shouldn’t—decide how you feel about someone instantaneously there should be conversations—plural—signifyi...

is it “normal” to be so scared of being “happy”? not necessarily thrilled—more zealous, middling or fairish? and avoidant, perhaps shy, a...

all i’ve known is as follows: i did that thing again, where i get up at 9 then 12 then 2 and think of clocks and clues (and how i haven’t...

For my parents. I am fascinated by fragments of time, partly because they are the form my memories take. Being a Vietnamese third culture...

limbs heavier with i’ve missed you but you still smelt same of mum of sunday spaghetti and soft yellow curves hello meo ơi, mẹ bảo meo...

if you could describe this trip around the sun in three words, what would they be? what have you accomplished? what will you? what's...

what point is there to dwell when we love before knowing how peeling at slightest touch taking taste as their fond vows still, your wee...

she put honey on everything honey in tea, sandwiches, kisses, fingertips she liked things sweet like life and expectations although often...

i’ll speak of chances, of godsends and then perhaps of me you’ll find words on my fingertips ask them to write knowing i’ll see the...

on today’s daily dig up of the past: a pretty accurate representation of my teen years: the only cafe chain (so it seemed) that i go to,...

i do not believe in too early to wait too soon too late should or shouldn’t have i may not have started this way nor will i always start...