PART I “It’s always something with you” Always sick You injured yourself again Just an excuse, eh? It’s getting old,…
Browsing: Creative
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.
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.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words seeds and sows. Ideas are planted through connections Conversations make them…
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.
i was listening to without you without them at home alone in the dark and started sobbing violently. this is why.
The buzzer for the nurse has been ringing for the past few minutes. The orchestra of beeps and buzzes are crescendoing. It’s burning into every crevice of my skin.
