I can’t breathe when I’m at school. I don’t know how noticeable it is, but if you sit […]
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“ 點解你甘黑？” . There was a reason why I avoided those family junctions. The way I perceived myself—the […]
The trick to a good blowjob is to not overthink it. Don’t start thinking about the way it tastes on your tongue, or the way the tip hits the back of your throat. You’ll lose rhythm, lose the pressure in your hand; the essential nature of the act. Put on your best show. Make sure your eyes roll to the back of your head––lashes sticky from glue. Mentally prepare yourself beforehand––remember to keep your mouth wet and your moans genuine. Sound like you’re choking. Sound like you’re dying. They like it.
A shadow of darkness, a veil devoid of colour or feeling. A singular place, neither here northere, in […]
Headline: “A couple of Italian men predict a future generation’s overall aesthetic” (it’s quite amusing, really). Or maybe […]
It has been only within the last few years that I have come to the realization that I […]
(CW: body image, dysphoria, dieting for medical issues, disordered thinking) What does it mean to be fat? Recently, […]
A blanket of tranquility with the ability to burn Vessel of the universe’s infinite stardust Rim red, around […]
“Why not?” Disappointing, yes. But I should have known that when you ask a simple question, you get […]
To exist in the limelight is to understand that you will be pictured in a homoerotic relationship.
Modern artistic society has contorted the unassuming adverb “objectively” into its very own Frankenstein’s monster, with no way of reversing the cataclysmic effect this word may have on an artist’s work.
You are not a femcel. You are a victim.
Girl is not to woman as boy is to man. Boy becomes man when he turns eighteen, girl becomes woman when man no longer wants to fuck her. To escape the label of ‘girl’ is to be respected but not desired.
a poem by Sipora West This poem was written to compliment my zine, other people’s clothes. other people’s […]
and there we were together, in the dark, frantic and fearful. she smelt like sweet hair conditioner and […]
Chimamanda Adichie and Taylor Swift are a few of the many women that have shaped the voice and […]
I didn’t know my grandfather very well. He lived an inspirational life; too bad I didn’t know that while he was still here.
For as long as I can remember, my writing has been inexorably intertwined with my life. The “notes” app on my cellphone is bursting at its seams with locked letters of love, hardship and poetry. The people in my life have all made it into my writing, one way or another, whether it be in the lessons that they have taught me, the beautiful experiences we have shared, or even in powerful excerpts of conversations we have spoken. I have even found comfort in the most gut wrenching of moments by using my experiences as writing prompts. With this magazine, I hope to provide a platform for writers and artists to share their creativity. At their most jovial, angry, raw or euphoric - we want it all.
Welcome to BrainScramble.
Alyssa Zhang