I’m sick of begging and I’m sick of trying.
Something scratches at the back of my throat,
I have compiled both hypothetical ideas and actual gifts given, both the meta- and the physical, from both friends and acquaintances.
It’s nice that you’re making time for us.”
Dear dove,
You brought me to words. I hope you are reading this.
Whether it be internally or externally, love grows forever.
consume me like a pomegranate bite and there is blood, but also fruit i eat you and you […]
A series of photographs embodying the simple yet irreplaceable sentiment and connection found in female friendships.
photography by andrew anthonio
directed by joseph priolo shot by celina tang lighting by lucas lu & tefetro w makeup by simon […]
My roommate is in love.
by aimal jawaid
“i dont want to forget”: created using some of my old camcorder videos with scans of my journal superimposed onto it. i have a tendency to get consumed by old memories pretty often so i created this as a way to emulate that overwhelming feeling
by reid kalaw edited by alloe mak I arrived at university desperately lonely. Thankfully, so did everyone else. […]
“I’m sorry about your mother,” She says.
By Valentina P. Grohovaz When Mamma made merenda we were happy. I came home from asilo with the […]
By Valentina P. Grohovaz – Toronto,ON I have always been fascinated with the spaces between words. The pauses […]
All of a sudden stagnancy has slipped away from me, and I feel lost in constant waves of change, destruction and rebirth.