More from Pincers on my Substack. <3
Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
styofa doing anything
Mike Driver
Not today Justin
RMH
Today's Document
i don't do bad sauce passes
wallacepolsom
will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
AnasAbdin
Keni

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
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More from Pincers on my Substack. <3
I am writing because I seek understanding, not because I have come to some decisive conclusion, and can now use hindsight to shape the experience into a narrative. My present life (the now that surrounds the writing but isn’t the act) is perforated by intense desires and the reactive emotions that rise to meet them.
— from my latest personal essay Losing My Favourite Game (yes like The Cardigans song)
I am terrible at posting what I write but I am proud of this one.
Excerpt from Losing My Favourite Game on Substack
New favorite poem
forgive me father for i have not locked in
YOU DID NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. YOU CAME OUT OF IT, LIKE A WAVE FROM THE OCEAN. YOU ARE NOT A STRANGER HERE
On Growing and Girlhood
warning! this essay may contain mid-twenties carcinogens
My latest Substack post is named after my favourite Cardigans song and imbued with the truth of living in London in your twenties…
Excerpt from my latest Substack post
first of december by Natalie Shapero
Ramy Al-Asheq, tr. by Isis Nusair, from Ever Since I Did Not Die; “The Test of Longing”
musings on pomegranates
Pomegranates, Sin Hum (translated by Graeme Wilson), Rubik Kocharian
has anyone noticed theyre taking away what it means to be human
Anaïs Nin