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I felt it next to me.

Something scratches at the back of my throat,

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 become apart of me; seeds of you that wedge eternally in my core taste me as i taste you: in unison and with hunger so tear me asunder take my fruit and devour me whole don’t let…

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 ngo

My roommate is in love.

by reid kalaw edited by alloe mak I arrived at university desperately lonely. Thankfully, so did everyone else. Because of this, the first month of conversations tended to go something like this: “Hi.” “Hi.” (This is said with varying levels of enthusiasm, which itself, is entirely dependent on the sobriety of either party.) “I like…