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    a reminder to breathe

    breathe in. think about everything that troubles your heart all which keeps you up at night. breathe out. let it go cleanse your soul to get rid of whatever poisons it. breathe because you are okay or will soon be and because you need it. breathe because you are alive. —take it one day at […] More

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    a poem about body hair

    fuck your idea of femininity ladylike behavior and self-care. i will let the hair on my legs (and armpits and eyebrows and back and arms) grow however long i please. because i can still adore myself even when hairy, believe it or not it’s not the foundation of my self-love whether my skin is perfectly […] More

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    six six-word poems

    i. being alone isn’t always something bad. —things one realizes growing up. ii. can’t pretend i’m not lost anymore. —writing it makes it real. iii. the moon shines for your smile. —never have i seen such a radiant sight. iv. so much said in so little. —six words are just enough. v. once again i […] More

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    a letter to my younger self

    (inspired by joyce’s “a letter to my mom“) hi, it’s me, you. before you rush into thinking anything as you usually do, everything is fine. i know you’re still very new to everything in life, so i’m telling you now: get ready for many more years of that. as it turns out, you never really […] More

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    radio silence will be the death of us

    we’ve become strangers of each other’s company, attention, cherishing. every cliché about heartbreak is true as i realize that with every word we speak we say less. we sit apart on our respective sides of the bed, backs facing and hearts still attached by one remaining threadbare string of love. no words needed no eye […] More

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    some days i feel a lot like supermarket flowers

    today i woke up and my coffee tasted more bitter than usual, painfully hotter, almost purposely harmful. the cold wind felt like stinging paper cuts against my face as i walked down the street and formed tears in my dried eyes against their will. i can no longer look into the mirror because it reminds […] More