I want to feel the warmth of someone’s embrace without feeling like I’m in a stranger’s arms. Hold me tight and don’t let go.
If you follow my GoodReads, you would know that I recently finished reading the acclaimed My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh. I gave it a begrudging 4 stars, with the following review:
I saw Bottoms (dir. Emma Seligman) for the second time in October, in a tiny theater in Galway City. Despite already having seen it before, I still giggled at all of the jokes.
With recent evolution in identity politics, an updated version of the Oppression Olympics has dropped—our modern Catch-22.
By Patricia Zhang and Grace ZhuEditor: Ellena Lu and Alloe Mak *Note: Most of these movies are from […]
Let E represent the set of all of the emotions I have ever felt.
By Ben Henderson
there is mold in my bathroom.
solace; a visual poem by aneesa shariff
This is a letter to no one in particular.
art by tara khoo
art by jaclyn kim
art by nina yu
No matter how deep into the city I hide, that cynical homesick feeling just keeps following me.
art by shina kang
art by shina kang
photography by syd deneau
What seems like an average night for Tyler, Cole, Rocco, and Terry quickly goes awry when they are approached by a mysterious stranger.