if my mama doesn’t love me, will i still get into heaven?will you touch me on the cheek, […]
Feet cold, pressed on the linoleum floor.
She feels it all around her,
But not in her.
Not yet.
I picture this: two hands
meet in the darkness, and for a moment, real love existed like
no other had before.
I am an outsider to my own culture. I am a banana.
Hospitals, churches, schools, and mosques, all in ruins. There is no sanctuary in the holy land.
Special thanks to Taylor Lipson—a conversation with whom inspired this piece.
“For someone so quiet, you seem to have a lot to say.”
The downfall of my last relationship followed a similar pattern.
Dear university administrations in Toronto and beyond:
No me gusta cuando no puedo comunicarme.
When a chicken is butchered its body still moves.
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.
at night, i dream of Philomela
My relationship with German has always been a complex one.
High beam highway silver lining your cigarette smoke