Your footsteps gone, grass spry before I could ask,
Hold my hand, just this once…
Life as a USyd student means arriving to a 9am class late and savouring a soy latte from Courtyard while embracing the moments with those people who make our everyday experiences here — those little ‘vignettes’ — worth every second.
Jacob Elordi comes* to USyd in this all-new series of enemies-to-lovers fanfiction, featuring YOU.
PART I “It’s always something with you” Always sick You injured yourself again Just an excuse, eh? It’s getting old,…
every day is a trade-off between risking and reaching speaking up or staying safe living between the promise and the…
Nestled between the giant pillars of Redfern and Newtown, it’s easy to forget that it is there until an aimless walk takes you there, off the corner of an unfamiliar street.
god please/show me one dyke bar
Qiuhua sees it in the way the air blurs and shimmers when Yangfeng is near, the blood-clotting warmth and organ-squeezing butterflies.
Do you remember how you felt? I remember you saying “I wish I were a boy” out loud and proud almost every day, every single day, and yet never thinking to verbalise it.
Your hair’s longer now, you’ve stopped calling yourself ‘he’. You’re not sure why you still call fifteen-year old you ‘he’. Probably just a habit. You are your mother’s child, after all.
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