Across the Line (Short Poem)
On the horizon there is a line. It shows me how far I can go, what I am willing to…
Toxic Behavior on Dating Apps
Hey. Hey. Wanna fuck? Sry, no. On my way to work. So? So, I’m on my way to work. Well…
Warm Hands, Cold Body (Short Poem)
It’s been a year since I’ve been here last. It’s the same house but a different room. Trees outside are…
Recognizing my Work’s Value
As a designer, it is often hard to draw the line between work and pleasure. Much of what I do…
A Night we were never Able to Re-Create
I don’t remember a lot of days that feel like this one. I remember it as a clear cut. Before…
I’m in a Friend’s Music Video
Back when I first started seeing my boyfriend, a kind friend of mine had the plan to make a music…