On the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on …
Painting by Charlotte Berry
I don’t know why I inflict physical wounds upon myself I only end up ashamed and embarrassed and wishing I was somebody else I wear long …
This Wave by Taylor Brown
The thing about breathing is that despite it all despite how much I don’t want to sometimes, I still want to keep breathing especially on …
Dear Self: You’re Worth It
Dear Self, I haven’t been writing for myself–excuse me, for you–ever since I met the people around my life: family, friends, loved ones, and that …