everything will change and then it will end,
I dream of disaster in the back of my mind.
photography by andrew anthonio on the invisible string theory…
How do you hold on to your idea of luck when you see others get it handed to them?
By Cooper DaeberickEdited by Alloe Mak God, the all knowing, wanted to settle a betBut unfortunately, my fortune […]
“You want me to try? I can’t try for something I don’t believe in. It is this kind of Western world that has ruined you. You are so pretty, baobei, smart, too. You’re just sick. If I raised you in China, this wouldn’t have happened to you,”
One studded belt and several low slung pairs of jeans later, I still owe the man I am today to a handful of guys in rock bands.
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.