I am going to write it out as if I am saying it to you, Heer. What I want our love to feel like: I want our relationships to become a safe harbor for our deepest darkest secrets and thoughts. To be shared without fear and to be heard without judgement. To never have to…

The little purple cursor kept blinking today as I sat down to write. On. Off. On. Off. Every appearance felt like the tolling of some enormous bell in the distance, calling me toward something I had spent days avoiding. Write. End it. Bury it. My hesitation came from knowing exactly what putting these words down…

Did you know I was waiting for you like a dog? The ink on my right calf was still bleeding. Every tiny movement tore the wound open a little further, a small, stubborn violence beneath my skin. Despite that, I walked. Saturday night was descending upon the city in all its glamorous indifference. The lights…

I still remember… the first time I heard the song. I was lying down on my bed. We were talking about the black pullover I had sent you for your birthday. Remember the first care package ever? It made you weep like a fucking baby. That reminded you of the first time you’d heard Conan…

I fell in love with the part of youThat you gave to everyone else.I hate that I’m still in love with youWhen I want you all to myself. — Shaya Zamora I call him Vasuki. The deepest, most pensive part of me. The part that was obscured until today, buried beneath the coagulated blood of…