You’ve always romanticized everything The colour of the egg yolk in the fry pan and how its a perfect circle (you never notice how I break three shells for every perfect egg each morning) The road to the summer shack and how it twists in and out and away and beyond the reach of civilization […]
x Read more xIt’s the twenty first century, and we’ve somehow reached a point where forty something’s and teenagers all text using the same lingo. “i think im in love with the boy in my spanish class, he is so fucking hot haha” “im in love with her dude she has the most amazing ass lol” “we got […]
x Read more xI. Sometimes, love grows. Sometimes, when love grows, it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye […]
x Read more xLast night, my twenty year old neighbour died. She was found in her balcony, with a burnt out cigarette in her fingers, Scarlet lips half open, with kohl rimmed eyes Straight out of the copy of the Vogue that lay across her lap. A week ago she told me about how poetic suicide was And […]
x Read more xSome of us women Have snakes for tongues. They dart in and out of painted mouths Scarlet stained teeth gleam and the serpents flicker In and out In and out Venom drips Sizzling sentences and burning holes through parchment papers That hold the world view for women: What we must do How we must dress […]
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Painting by Catrin Walz Stein
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