I want to see every sunrise of the rest of my life and, If I have to fizzle out like a firework, maybe I can at least be one that leaves a trail burnt into the sky for a few seconds and, Most of the time it’s my 21 year old self that reminds me […]
the way parents tell bedtime stories especially for their children […]
have gone down on this forever, but I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you in the next one. […]
To not hear that you’re interested in comics and so delve into my high-school brain to share something about DC so you’ll like me. So you’ll know I’m not just a Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn poser? What would it mean to not tap into the limited car trivia learnt by a second grader to impress […]
And stayed in my bed. And felt so thin. I told him I was grown because I had a linen duvet now, and a second pillow. I had a picture of us, hanging low on the wall. I realised egg powder was in my jar of spackling. So he asked me if I was vegan […]
you’re not crazy. You’ve just been removed: from matriarchal lines, and midwifery, and mitochondria, and medicine (or is it witchcraft?) […]
