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MOTHERS & SISTERS.
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There’s this roundabout I’ve driven at least a hundred times. I can spend hours at a time in its worn down routes Revolving round the same uncertain attempts to Release the vacuum in my chest Empty the cotton in my stomach With keys from secondhand maps. Take the first exit for brain draws a reasonable observation. Take the second for brain fabricates some poisonous distortion. Strained neck squinting out the window at each turnoff I look for hints that one will take me to Re
Tips for Being Shady, Abroad: Here’s a luxury of speaking two languages I never thought I’d want: when you have something difficult to say, you can switch languages to say it. You can say it in the less-comfortable language for you, if you want to create distance between yourself and your own thoughts, or you can say it in the language that’s less comfortable for the other person if you want them to not quite be certain of having understood you. It’s like talking with the lig
Los Angeles grew so much of its cement during wartime, growing aerospace on the land. During lunchtime, when a helicopter flies overhead, there is always a gathering gasp that passes through the kindergarteners’ collective chests as the noise gets closer, louder, and the air shakes above the tables. Those closest to the edge spill out from under the roof, and everyone else follows behind, some standing on benches and leaning out to get a look at what’s passing. Nobody is worr
I am a chronic liar. Symptoms of my illness include: lying when asked questions, lying when no question is asked, and lying to one’s pet strawberry plant about forgetting to “feed” him when, really, one was just too lazy to get up to spray him with his daily dose of water. It is, unfortunately, not a valid excuse to miss work or school, and only two out of five dentists say that brushing your teeth “doesn’t make it that much worse, really.” However, recent scientific discover
This week I have prepared a playlist for those times when it just feel like the whole world is turning against you and telling you lies, lies, lies. Hopefully it encompasses your rage but also empowers you to get the fuck over it and continue being the badass human you are. 1. XTC Your Dictionary 2. Cake Friend is a Four Letter Word 3. Monks I Hate You 4. Delta 5 Mind Your Own Business 5. LCD Soundsystem Someone Great 6. Azealia Banks 212 7. MIA Bad Girls 8. Sex
I’ve looked at my tongue in the mirror approximately 52 times today. And when I say the mirror I mean approximately 12 different reflective surfaces including my iPhone in a restaurant, the mirror in the bathroom of said restaurant, the mirror of the fitting room in the store near said restaurant, a dark window I walked by outside said store, and the rear view mirror of my car several times at different stop lights on the way home from said store and restaurant. The reason I’
At university I studied biological psychology while also taking a variety of math courses. As I studied more math and science I started to see glimpses of science in the world around me. This inspired my Art + Science series. I take a natural scene and superimpose it with a scientific/mathematical concept and then extrapolate a lesson to be learned from this concept. Each picture has a description explaining the science behind the photo and the take home message. I've found t
I was taught, by the capitalist creators of Barbie and her Dream House, by multiple episodes of Friends and every other TV show ever, as well as by my own idealistic ambitions, that my 20s would be the prime of my life. That my 20s would mean living in the Big City in an apartment with exposed brick and a dishwasher, sipping on trendy cocktails in a trendy cocktail dress at a trendy bar, and altogether living my life like the flamenco dancer emoji (I imagine her to live a ver
There are lies we tell ourselves for a myriad of reasons. Personally, I’ve been living with certain lies for most of my life. I can pinpoint the beginning of my delusion to sometime around Valentine’s Day in 2002. I was sitting on my couch in my living room next to my sister. She was seven and I was ten. My parents sat across from us, obviously about to tell us something important, else we wouldn’t have been sitting. For some reason, everyone thinks people have to be sitting