Currently Viewing: Summer 2014
“It is the only place I’ve ever been where the sky eats the land and you can barely see the grass with all those huge clouds in your face.”
Collages by Marjani Viola Hawkins
Words by Adam November. Illustrations by Ilenia Madelaire.
A photo series about preserving all the beautiful, imperfect and damaged memories.
Who the fuck is Plaaastic and where the hell does she find her rad clothes?
Now I can’t finish my cigarette, but as annoying as my newfound habit is—especially on uppers—, you smirk when I say it tastes like stale garlic hummus. “I think it’s cute you listen,” you tell me, “People rarely do.”
A short story about getting your signals crossed.
What if I decide I don’t want a “personal brand” anymore?
In her fifth enstallment of A Public Diary, Kellie muses about writing her novel, and the creative process as a recovering depressed person.
Burrow yourself in the well of poetry. The Rapture is near. @__@