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...

locked in frames frames of some points of wanting it so badly it was always wrong but i saw a time and in it i was alive

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to say it’s almost over is an odd feeling when it’s feeling like it’s already over there are only so many april days but sometimes the...

i am the kind of sentimental fuck who would set the goal of having her first records be her, as vinyls spinning yet i can’t comprehend...

i often think about who we’d be if we did exactly what we wanted to do without the anxiety of being shot glares to shift our limbs would...

i know of then and now of shattered shades and rose coloured glass of a past that wasn’t true i’ll learn to open windows and not knock or...

there are certain things i can’t write about at least not out in full but i’ll walk around until i will know i’ll be sinking others will...

and if you must pour us a drink lay out a line or breathe on me your big thick tasting joint just to get out the things i feel i probably...