and even icarus could not understand how it burns to be a woman.
Dear… Dad?
peach cobbler (leyla’s)
For Pippa
Not always a good dog, but forever the very best girl.
I have been thinking about David Tennant.
I’m 19 years old and I’m driving to my best friend’s dad’s funeral by myself.
Dear Mom,
I think I miss you.
Are we still friends?
By V RiczkerEditors: Ellena Lu There’s another world where we’re better than this. Prettier? I’d say it if […]
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.