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If this is your first time here, a very warm welcome, and if it isn't: hello old pal. This is a blog with no rigid type of content except for whatever has caught our eyes at the moment aka we don't know what our next piece will be about though we are certain that we will have a killer piece waiting for you every Wednesday to make the last half of your week a little more bearable, a little more pleasant.


Look around, and see if our opinions resonate ;)

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18.03

18:03 in my childhood bedroom, feeling like a soldier in war, looking out for the trigger warnings, and written bullets in the creased...

people like us

who are we if not, the whisperers of music and art. who are we if not, the storehouse of dreams, ambition and gratitude. ordinary people,...

A moment

Two young girls jump in joy Celebrating growing up The passage of time Entering a phase of growth, of unprecedented change, of autonomy...

Polished Bone

TW: Sexual assault Your house was beautiful. Tall, majestic. The chirping of birds, soft filtered sunlight, freshly brewed coffee would...

What will I be worth?

Who will I be, After I’ve bled dry on all these pages? Who will I be, When I have nothing left to confess? Who am I, If not made up of...

Home

I’ve written about home before. Maybe you have, too. Did you describe it as a person? That’s what most writers describe it. A long day of...

I wish

I wish I didn't have to check in the mirror that my t-shirt wasn't too low cut when I lean forward on my chair or that ensure that my...

Screen

I was born with 2 arms 2 legs 1 brain and the label girl Im 3, I enter the nursery playground I don't look around I simply play with any...

Girls

We were the girls with muddy skirts and scrapped knees who would aim to win every game they played. We were the girls who would not shy...

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