Living with yourself is a nightmare. Because self-care starts with self-talk and, when you live alone, it’s a monologue. No interruptions, distractions, or dramatism, just you. And dorm life can feel like the woods. The woods when you’re lost, your orienteering partner is also lost but lost somewhere else, and there’s a weird sound coming […]
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Vivacious spirit locked in a body of charm, chaos loomed any moment. Her eyes locked upon the thespian, no one else could have compared, to this adonis in character. Falsifying images made only for your eyes, a publicised good nature, the blessings they bring forth. A reality that is seeping in tar, blackness that erodes
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Sofia Coppola’s newest movie surrounding the infamous Priscilla Presley was a spectacle of beautiful sets and glamorous costumes all surrounding a woman who, in reality, led a dreadfully boring life. The film was based on Priscilla’s memoir, Elvis & Me, from 1985, a book that detailed her romance with Elvis Presley, in all its glory
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“He was their white Prince Charming and I think [his fans] considered that he should definitely be with somebody white and blonde and not me.” This was said by FKA Twigs in an interview on Grounded with Louis Theroux before she recalled her frequent comparison to a monkey. The British singer, songwriter, and dancer stated
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I used to only love words before you, And love words I will always do, But next to your colourful face, they look so bleak, In comparison to my feelings, they seem so weak. Usually, I use words to express love at any instance, But for you, words don’t feel sufficient. I hate them for
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Like everyone says, I don’t know if I have ever fallen in love. But what I know is that you taught me love. When I first met you, I was 7 and you were 8 – I was trying to mimic my mother’s patterns of dating older men I suppose. Despite our age difference, there
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She loves me because I must learn the times tables I was born with plans She loves me because Wooden planks teach good lessons To ringing red hands She loves me because She would like me beautiful As mother made her She loves me because She molded my newborn nose So I’ll be better She
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The thought now flashes, pouring density into me, a tenderness so slow. An abyss of seashell, chocolate curls: I dive into them like a swimmer. Oblivion swings between us like an infant in a cradle, gently rocked by our opposite hands and arms. You swiftly push it; so do I. So gentle is its rocking:
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To my dear friend. You quietly knocked on my door one night. You cried quick tears and suddenly there was laughter. I felt happy that mine was the door you chose. From that day on the world was kinder. One night you held my trembling body as I told you. You always knew what to
Written by Nicole Pezza ‘Tis the season of the witch; and of the vampire, but especially of the even scarier, lesbian… Carmilla functioned as Dracula’s prophetic mommy, and it did for gothic novels what Harry Potter did for fantasy: it introduced the (kind of) new, extremely prolific and highly fan-fictionable trope of the vampire. Although
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