i lost my concealer, somewhere between cruelty-free make-up and letting my skin breathe
the purple hour
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.” ― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds — the lavender and indigo mingle swirl and …
immigration
i am going through a torturously long process of immigration, my home and everything i have built feel up in the air. here is some of what i wrote about immigration, borders, and constructed divisions: …
autumn equinox
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus — the sharp breeze winds down my lungs blowing the ashes of summer my warm skin touched by the fresh …
the silent treatment
“When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” ― Rumi — maybe maybe, you don’t love me anymore maybe you can’t contain all of me tears and …