what happens when we surrender all our aspirations and idealisms to summer and find that it fails to deliver? Shin Hui Lee draws upon the current atmosphere of #sadgirlsummer, analysing it as a vibe shift from #hotgirlsummer and likening/comparing it to the self-destructive aesthetics of Tumblr circa 2012 - 2014 Summer may not be able to make miracles happen, but that it can still be a fucking ball. An opportunity for us to release ourselves from the pressure of having fun under the sun at all costs, and to be okay with taking the time to heal and return to ourselves. Importantly, this is not a pessimistic post-Covid take on summer, but perhaps a realist one.”
Read MoreSummer lends itself to three-month long identity crises and getting so drunk in the garden of a friend two weeks before your eighteenth birthday….
Read MoreIs it an exaggerated and romanticized description of one's self-written as though by a loved one, a disguised yearning for how one would like to be perceived and written about, or a narcissistic piece about a character's desire to be idealized and infatuated with?
Read Morea submission from aimee ferrier of poetry about exploration of self accompanied by photography featuring one of her best friends, may
Read MoreThose who live by The Sea
can hardly form a single thought
of which The Sea would not be part
(Hermann Broch)
What am I but an emotional whore? Use me for what am I, but leave a piece when you leave. I beg of you.
Read MoreAir puckers like tiny lips in the shallows all around us, kissing, hissing, whistling. Holes open at our hands and feet. Between my splayed fingers, spread legs. He jerks the bottle away from his face, swearing under his breath. “What’s wrong?” I say, reaching for him.
Read MoreAnd soon I would inch closer to you and you would pretend not to notice my skin against your jeans. As if it were the upholstery against your back; As if you could ignore the heat of my breath on your neck.
Read MoreI chose to write from the perspective of a slug and centre the piece around body dysmorphia and the idea of the speaker exploring their own body through unusual language and voice.
Read MoreI guess what I’m trying to say is that food and family are, at least for me, two deeply entwined concepts. Food nourishes the body, Family nourishes the soul. I know, I know, that sounds like it belongs on one of those motivational Minions™ photos that my grandparents love, but it’s true.
Read MoreWhat is important is that we are united, thousands of individual voices merged together to create one voice, desperate for change. Together I feel that we are powerful.
Read MoreA quick glance was all it took for me, but apparently it wasn’t for you.
Read MoreDriving late at night and loathing in the angst of being a woman in this day and age, a friend of mine and myself spent the night chasing absolutely nothing. Our conversations were dull and hard to remember. It's a taste of what I feel it means to be a teenager…
Read MoreIn this piece I talk about how I feel when I return home and my flaw of constantly holding on to what once was.
Read MoreA found poem/album review of Chance the Rapper's debut album, The Big Day.
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