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Bok choi chalk boy Continue reading

Fish mom takes antidepressants, ADD meds, AND microdoses shrooms to feel okay. I should be more like her. She’s unafraid to feel right. I want to be like her. Continue reading

I’m such a cute human Why do I hate myself so much? Continue reading

There’s just something about the cheese boy You know, the one with the curly hair and the nose ring Tell me all about your funky French goat chese baby Continue reading

Y’all I met my friend’s 17-year old brother today and it’s like, adorable the way he’s flirting with me. He does the “I’m gonna find every possible moment to casually take my shirt off in front of you and lean against every doorframe and do pull ups off of random stuff in front of you”… Continue reading

To the person who grabbed my hand when I slammed into them in the pit today I don’t remember your face But my hand remembers the feel of yours I didn’t know I was reaching Before I realized you were holding my hand It couldn’t have been more than a second But I’ll remember you… Continue reading

The house is beautiful. Beautifully immaculate. I don’t touch anything. I’ll leave a mark. She offered me her bed and I wasn’t sure how to tell her that I couldn’t – I couldn’t exist in her space without leaving some of me behind. The imprint of my body in her bed. My hair tie next… Continue reading

“Well ****, we’re all here because we’re not all there.” – boat uncle Continue reading

I think of that poem when I imagine splitting citrus with my hands The sun in the peel and the sun in my grandmother’s skin But my grandmother is the person furthest from my mind with the first tear of this peach Continue reading

What would you have been like, if we had met when you were younger? You pat my knee and encourage me the way my older, wiser friends do… but I know that look in your eye That look that says you would’ve loved me differently if we had met each other at the right time… Continue reading