the day begins, when the cloud blurs the sun,
brushing off blonde rays from my braids, coloured an ocean,
Browsing: creative
“Oh, yeah, I remember the monkey,” he said. “I hated that thing. It was always screaming.”
“When I do not compromise
I am selfish and time-hoarding.
Chair.
Sit.
Adjust.
Adjust the other side.
No, adjust the other side.
You asked for it….Jacob Elordi comes* back to USyd in the second instalment of I (salt)burn for you.
I had my first kiss beneath one of these winged stairwells. I learned how to love here. Guided by this passion and chaos, I learned to love here.
Me and my boys were going down to Jubilee Park to throw rocks at the light rails when we met a bridge troll.
The thrill of thievery.
On Lavender Bay’s open secret.
For most of my life, August was Summer’s eleventh hour.