• Bursting at the Seams

    Bursting at the Seams

    though I am so full I am so empty / bursting at the seams / walking along those beams. 

  • TAKE ME TO MARS by pop!SUGAR

    TAKE ME TO MARS by pop!SUGAR

    pop!SUGAR signs off their email with Yours SUGARly. Has there been a more perfect band-brand dynamic? pop!SUGAR had reached out to me prior to the release of their debut single, “Taste the Rainbow”, which charted on the Spotify playlists of New Music Friday Singapore, Indonesia, Hong Kong, Philippines, Taiwan, Malaysia and Vietnam. The trio’s first…

  • Yourself, in Recovery.

    Yourself, in Recovery.

    Just five minutes ago, I was thinking of how to answer to an artist friend (who I greatly respect, by the way! Her work can be found here). The month of June brings a crazy number of things that I need to do regarding the production of Issue 5: AMO, ARMOUR for Carpe Bloom. We’re embarking…

  • Listen to Reason

    Listen to Reason

    I met a stranger in the skin of someone familiar. In June, 2015, I remember running to the sinks and turning on the faucet. I never turned on the faucet with my bare hands in school because the sink faucets were dirty as hell, and we all knew it.

  • Yellow Chair: MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC

    Yellow Chair: MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC

    MINISTRY OF MORAL PANIC is an innocent-looking book; packed within its pages are seemingly explosive weapons filled to the brim with gun powder. Do we say phrases like ‘filled to the brim with gun powder’? Is that sentence correctly constructed? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the debut collection of Amanda…

  • How Many Times Have I Told You

    –dear girl, in this world right now, to live means to live with your eyes closed and your third-eye open; the third eye is not the devil’s nor is it the wandering spirit’s, but rather it is the window (that other people force you to look out of)–

  • Cosmic Chaos

    But her home country hurts me now and I cannot demand an apology, because I am not Enough for even the shower to cry over. – written for a friend

  • Protected: 29th December: The Scariest Week of my Life

    Protected: 29th December: The Scariest Week of my Life

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