the minutiae of badassery
it’s important to celebrate the small victories: the first time you wear heels without wincing six months after spraining your ankle...
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
mantra
turning off the giant fan inside my head and allowing my thoughts to mercifully settle.
black thumb
“you know dark days/you know hard times” -“nice for what” by drake and indeed i have there have been days where i’ve been so full of...
the bullets i've dodged
in no particular order… 10. having to watch the fucking superbowl 9. your antipathy for making reservations because it’s “too big of a...
the precipice
you made a game of dangling me off your lap as i sat facing you, back arching wildly towards the ground. “i’m not gonna let you fall,”...
"diplomatic"
i learned to defang my words early, neutralize their acid with sugar, strain them of controversy. but you can only swallow your own venom...
the winding and the unwinding
the way you so easily brought me to a boil.
graduated healing
the thousand little cuts we fix upon ourselves daily.
freudian birthright
we were born with the feeling of the ocean inside us both apart and a part of the same great tide later we learned to draw upon imagined...
ode to my acne
i would rather my vitriol forge its way through my har gao wrapper skin erupt across my face in a constellation of active volcanoes than...
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