Feet cold, pressed on the linoleum floor.
She feels it all around her,
But not in her.
Not yet.
Category Archive: Toronto
I picture this: two hands
meet in the darkness, and for a moment, real love existed like
no other had before.
Hospitals, churches, schools, and mosques, all in ruins. There is no sanctuary in the holy land.
I am an outsider to my own culture. I am a banana.
Special thanks to Taylor Lipson—a conversation with whom inspired this piece.
Dear university administrations in Toronto and beyond:
The downfall of my last relationship followed a similar pattern.
“For someone so quiet, you seem to have a lot to say.”
When a chicken is butchered its body still moves.
No me gusta cuando no puedo comunicarme.
I never realized how hard it was to say “I love you” in Turkish.
By Joshua Beltran (@jandrestuff) This collection of photos is based on the prompt “WHAT DO YOU EAT FOR […]
by kailey macpherson
The greenest city in Europe, with more museums than rainy days, Berlin will be my new home.
My relationship with German has always been a complex one.
at night, i dream of Philomela
High beam highway silver lining your cigarette smoke
by shina kang