Trigger warning: The following post contains mild references to mental illness and anorexia. I like to imagine us, Friend, One Day not too far in the future. We can borrow sleeping bags from my high school friends, mattresses from my sister, blankets from my mom's closet. Tumblers filled with steaming hot chocolate (almond milk and... Continue Reading →
Here is a secret, self, for our ears alone: You are an android, Dreaming. You are an impossibility, Molded, broken, animate.