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April's theme is
MOTHERS & SISTERS.
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My older sister likes to drink from the opposite end of her cup, like she's never without the hiccups. This is mostly true; every night, I set my sleep to the soft rhythm of her voice sticking, sticking, from the bed next to mine. The missing sound is how I know she is gone, even before I peek through slits of eyes in the thick blur of night to see how the outline of her body is lost from my line of vision. I didn't feel it, but I guess my sleep fled with my sister. There’s n
Camilla did not expect the first day to smell; the stench of sweat rolled over her as she entered the classroom. A boy with blue eyes caught her glance first—he stopped mid-sentence, her presence interrupting the story he was relaying to the group of boys circled around him. Camilla hurriedly looked away, but had seen enough to know that she wasn’t interested. She quickly sat down, close to the door, so she could leave as fast as she had arrived. Her position in the back allo
Relationships have songs. Whether it’s a song that tells the tale of your last fucked up relationship or that album that reminds you of how much you love someone or even the only playlist you could listen to while crying in your bed late at night. These intimate moments with songs create a personal and often private soundtrack to our lives. My soundtrack is predominately painful; relationships have ruined so many albums for me. Part of this has to do with how my relations
Braces: Blonde, Canadian. We met when I was 12 and you sat in front of me in the camp orchestra. We kissed, my first, at night by the infirmary when you were picking up your acne meds. You had me at accutane. "Great Romances of the 20th Century" Taking Back Sunday (Today this is, truly, unlistenable) Oboe Face: Set the precident for my future relationships. You asked me out and I wasn't sure, and 3 months later I'm crying on the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk to the Killers albu
They fell in love at a tropical fish store near the back, next to the mop which stood crooked and upside down in a green bucket, its handle leaning against the glass. That glass had no fish behind it. It was a glass in front of a tank which was a staging area of sorts for deliveries, as the new fish’s more permanent tanks were freshened up. The aquarium attendants would sink drops of pink and blue and green down alongside the water filter and wait until the chemicals reached
When the apocalypse comes and hell freezes over; when Americans decide that Hallmark cards are bile; when gender norms shatter into pieces; when artificial sweeteners are banned and destroyed; when human beings finally get to a point where we, as a species, feel comfortable expressing love to one another, regularly, meaningfully, with or without grand gestures, with or without partners, with or without words; I will still be championing Valentine’s day, lounging on a bed of r
This could possibly be the most accurate picture drawn of me. Not so much when you’re looking from a distance—it’s a little more insulting that way, looks sort of like Anjelica Huston after taking off her human mask in The Witches. But, look closer and this drawing is insanely meticulous, especially at the hand of an 8 year old girl who met me within the hour she drew this. Her name: Rhetabile (Rheta) Our location: Manyana, Botswana My emotional state: think Anne Hathaway on
She can’t stand the humidity of typical Japanese summers. July and August send waves of heat across the country, even to her hometown in northern Hokkaido. So in order to avoid the sweltering fate that lay an inch outside her door, she sat at her desk, fan blowing into her face and tossing her hair about like a caricature of a shampoo commercial. And she stared at a piece of blank white paper. She planned on writing a letter to her boyfriend, her partner since the outset of h
“Why are you friends with all of your ex lovers?” she asked. We kept bumping into each other as we ran up the stairs. There was a couple across the mezzanine and we laughed at them. You told me to look up, up at the moon shining below on us. I realized that I’ve had a love affair with the moon, and you resuscitated it within me. “I’m just really glad to be next to someone as beautiful as you right now,” he said. You reclined your seat back, but hopped up to push the moonroof