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Sabre is seeking the most emotional and raw intimacy with everyone but it turns out to be scary because it’s new.
Lyle finds the darkest ways to self-reflect.
SABRE laughs about it with friends over some coffee—but really takes it seriously.
He was given to me after my parents had a sudden but gradual divorce when I was six. My grandmother who spoiled me had ran to the nearest macy's during Valentine's Day to fetch one brown bear and one red bear for my sister and I. My sister's red bear w...
Think about how far you have come. What you’ve experienced, learned, and how you’re still breathing.
Think about your beautiful body and face. Look at yourself naked and dance. Take selfies from every angle. Embrace your...
Examine the most fucked up things in your life. Reflect on them. Think about them every day. Let it engulf you.
Examine what you hate about yourself. Look in the mirror.
Think long and hard about what you have to...
Let me loose.
Show me how to be social.
Even when I already was—sometimes—I think.
Your tolerance is higher than anyone past 25, your eyes are never glossy, and your favorite thing to do is dance with someone who can dance, not someone who can’t beca...
He told me to stand tall and to make it look natural.
But I slouched hard.
He told me to walk with my hands in a fist, so I could look tough.
But I walked with my hands limp and freely.
He told me to sit against a wall with one leg up.
But I never s...
(Art by Becca Lazo)
Thoughts are endless and needed, but focusing on something for too long can either drown you or make you understand something (whether it is something you feel is important or something you don’t want to worry about but do anyway)....
His hair was long and wet from a shower he must have taken.
I examined the waves in his hair, they were like ramen noodles. He ordered a black coffee and waited in a brown chair next to the trash can.
His outfit was color coordinated brown and the ...
He kissed her face to a song. My favorite song. The song he said he played when he missed me. I looked through their glass paned window trying to hide my face. I looked at their photos on the wall. Pictures of their family made me giggle—all of them wo...
After a long shitty day of high school, my good friend offered me some edible pot brownie that sounded great/could possibly make me feel better. We were walking to the buses to go home and she asked if I wanted some, but I was unsure due to the fact th...