I decided when I was six that my favorite color was blue. Blue like the far-off horizon as I perched at the peak of the playground slide. Blue like the crayon I clamped in my small fists, coloring in lakes and rivers and seas. Blue like the eyes of the girl next door.
disclaimer: mild spoilers for Megalopolis
For all its faults, I can’t help but love the TikTok algorithm. Each evening, it thoughtfully selects heartwrenching sapphic media and drops them into my eager palms with care and restraint—feeding me just enough that I’m hooked, but not so much that it feels forced. Just enough that I can tell ...
I try to catch myself. As the autumn leaves start to fall, sometimes it feels like I do too.
There is nothing that causes me greater anguish than the thought of wasting time, if only for just a second. Every night before bed, my mind twists and unravels, looking for particular solutions to this dilemma: to maximize every conversation, every moment in-between class—even during mealtime, where ...
This week, while cleaning out the endless mess that is my Notes app, I came across a bucket list I made in April 2022. Buried under a miscellaneous assortment of song ideas, grocery lists, and other random thoughts, this note felt like a fossil of some kind. Even though only two years had passed, the ...
It’s November, there’s a new, chilly bite to the afternoon air, and all of campus seems to be deep in the throes of midterm season. You walk out of class with your backpack hanging low and heavy off your shoulders. It’s going to be a long day of locking in.
Afterward, the breeze stirred the ash and the ash settled back down. The breeze tried again. And again. And—whooohhh. When the flakes lifted, something small and bright and green trembled under the new caress of the mildest rays.
miami fall
There is not a single point in time that I can recall where I did not love apples, and many of my developmental anecdotes include them in one way or another. One of my core memories is of the day I told my mom I no longer wanted an “apple” haircut. My family gave this name to my small-Asian-girl-compulsory ...
‘AHAHAHXHSHA’ reads the text from my friend. ‘i cabt wait for otmorrow!’
In one of the happiest countries in the world, I turned inward, a quiet countenance taking over my typically jovial spirit.
For two decades, Janelle Monáe has tipped on a tightrope toward mainstream success, yet she has seemingly never been able to fully break out commercially. As a result, very few people are aware of her ongoing multi-album science fiction saga Metropolis, which has been over 20 years in the making. Inspired ...
Walking out the door with your bags,
My sister called me last week, but I didn't pick up. She texted that she wanted to talk. But then I forgot.
A few months ago, I read The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green. In the book, Green portrays the modern human experience through small anecdotes from his own life. Each chapter is centered around a seemingly mundane topic and conveys a specific message that connects unlikely subjects and themes. At ...
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