Arts and Creative

An incel is not born, he is made.

If seeing is believing, then to bear witness is to believe in something more.

Miguk, you Master Manipulator/ Your strategically curated narrative/ Is the Lethe of our people

“It almost felt like we were wandering amidst a graveyard. The large houses may as well have been tombstones, to…

She narrows her eyes at the photo, tries to make herself out in the blurry-sticky-sweaty mess of reflections but all…

“cunning embers still dance on your grave, relentless, carving ground and kissing dripping amber skies with tongue”

When the sun shines the day's eye blinds you./Blue-black violet blood/The night, lies behind you.

“With exacting, biting examination of each character’s thought processes, Catton lays bare each of the hypocrisies and false-truths they tell…

Us being left alone is not something of desire or frequency; cook and clean and clean and cook and stand…

And I'll never understand why I attract those like your kind. Maybe it's because my mother hasn't said she’s sorry…