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god won't let me die
Savannah Whitmer
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.
god won't let me die
Savannah Whitmer
They were a bull dyke in a bull dyke’s body, so God refusing to LET [THEM] DIE was more like, fuck.
The Piano Players
Teddy Burnette
He struggles to come up with actions that give him a sense of joy or purpose when she is not around.
The Piano Players
Teddy Burnette
He struggles to come up with actions that give him a sense of joy or purpose when she is not around.
I've Never Known When to Stop
Sofie Wise
Abigail’s face blotched with hot blood. I made my way to the back of the room, ordered a whiskey at the open bar, repainted my lips cherry red.
I've Never Known When to Stop
Sofie Wise
Abigail’s face blotched with hot blood. I made my way to the back of the room, ordered a whiskey at the open bar, repainted my lips cherry red.
Pretty Rachel
Sarah Zoric
Yesterday, The Coffee Cart Guy on 38th and 6th had sex with Rachel on the floor of his metal breakfast cart.
Pretty Rachel
Sarah Zoric
Yesterday, The Coffee Cart Guy on 38th and 6th had sex with Rachel on the floor of his metal breakfast cart.
put yr makeup on & yr hair up pretty
Valerie N. Blackwell
When taking drugs of this caliber – drugs that show you death’s light – there is always some part of you that wants to die.
put yr makeup on & yr hair up pretty
Valerie N. Blackwell
When taking drugs of this caliber – drugs that show you death’s light – there is always some part of you that wants to die.
tell me the future souls of the earth
Lis Anna-Langston
Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive,
tell me the future souls of the earth
Lis Anna-Langston
Wild as the jungles they came from,
where boas flexed around their trunks —
like my other brushes with miracles,
the men who love you back, how they come
to you, gorgeous and invasive,
Day of The Slugs
Justine-Juliette
Jimmy’s thing was his violent ability in soccer. Bismarthalou’s was in his preposterous name and the mystifying way in which he spoke of his potentially fictitious motherland.
Day of The Slugs
Justine-Juliette
Jimmy’s thing was his violent ability in soccer. Bismarthalou’s was in his preposterous name and the mystifying way in which he spoke of his potentially fictitious motherland.
Ritalin for Debutantes
Brent L. Smith
“There’s no reason to spread melodramatic rumors about the delay of the album,” she says
Recent Books
Pregaming Grief
Danielle Chelosky
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
Her Lesser Work
Elizabeth Ellen
"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."
-Walker Caplan, Literary Hub


