before i became conscious of what it meant to be an introvert, i thought i was defective in my thirst for solitude. no one taught me that...

i think we’re painting our own picture of love, using the only colours we know. an eclectic world drawn from multiple palettes. we take...

here in this fitness studio basement an underground coven of women hemmed in by blow-up attackers sick of living in fear here, we learn...

anything i love i devour - men, butter mochi, prestige TV. i stay up far too late consuming all of the above. like a flame burning...

this yawning, cavernous sadness shape-shifts like a house of spirits shrinking with a state of flow deep breaths absurdist comedy gamelan...

instagram must know we used to be lovers, because your stories are still the first i see. you hardly posted while we dated, so the...

it was like i wrote you into being: life imitating art. our silhouettes bled into each other. your heart unclouded, warmth gone wild....

you insisted on celebrating my birthday with me two weeks into dating you called right after that shooting to make sure i had someone to...

cloudy rice water sweetly scented like pandan anchor to the now

no mere passport to coupled life: i am looking for someone who inspires me to make the journey.