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Origami Around

Kiana Khansmith
EXPECTATIONS

Discoholic šŖ©

Product Placement
cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
The Bowery Presents

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£

JVL
YOU ARE THE REASON
Misplaced Lens Cap
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Fady Joudah, from A Palestinian Meditation in a Time of Annihilation
Hala Alyan, from The Palestine Double Standard
Velvet Hounds, Aimee Seu
ā Haley Green, āFrom Nampa, ID to Rock Springs, WY,ā EcoTheo Collective (April 2026)
non-aligned books bookstore in naarm 2026
new soap dish
journal excerpts from february
journal writing 28.02:
The worst has already happened. Now, the days lengthen into a new season. I am his from the bone onwards. He is rib of my rib. We are meat calling to meat. I desire so earnestly the alternative to fulfilling it would be to perish. All my life, once suffering, now this.
journal excerpts from february
happy i wanted you warm and close as fresh laundry and here we are tuesday
happy of course you love me, youāre wearing one of my socks tuesday
ā BelovĆ©d, Yves Olade (What Are Birds? Transpoetics Prize)
Emily Skaja, "Black Lake", pub. The Offing [ID'd]
meriem evangeline, admission after narcissus
published in recent issue of so to speak journal
Heāll treat you unkindly, if thatās what you want
words from I donāt smoke by mitski
hanya yanagihara āhe is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. he cannot unlearn the feelingā vs heather christle āI sometimes imagine a metaphysical strainer I could rinse my body through, until I am whole and clean in the sink, and all the despair is held separate and dripping above. I imagine i could toss it awayā vs chen chen āI wish I could peel / all my sadness in one long strip off my skin / & toss it in a bucket. no one would have to carry it. / it would just sit there & be punished. / it would just sit there & think about everything itās doneā