Author: Ellis

An illustrated poem about the haunting realities of manspreading. I step onto the tram and with a bright mood I view the crowd around me. A lady with

There is strong evidence that teenagers may not be from this planet.

Remember Me Like I’m Winter ’97 it is hard to love ppl without expectations i’m addicted to chocolate almond milk and you’re addicted to watching netflix you won’t

Witches aren’t known for being dreamboats. For centuries, fairy tales have portrayed them as grizzled, gnarled old women with a better chance of wrangling up the still beating

My hair colour changes more or less biweekly and I add a new tattoo to my body in accidental correspondence with the moon cycles. I am sick to

The Reddit link flashed before my eyes: “What is the creepiest/scariest unsolved mystery you have heard of?” I clicked innocently, thinking it would be a brief, lunchtime reprieve

It felt like nothing was real. If I moved my hand in front of my face, it was as if everything was happening in slow motion. I distinctly

We caught up with “bubblegum pussy punk pop” super girl group, THE TUTS. Watch the video (shot by friend of inconnu Rowan Ellis), then check out their debut album UPDATE YOUR BRAIN,

Scenes in and around New Zealand, Japan, and South Korea captured on an iPhone 4S—nothing is forgotten, nothing is lost, nothing is abandoned. Small observations of natural absurdity,

Once, when I was seven, a boy kissed me in the bathroom against a brick wall. I tasted metal in my mouth and his teeth, his tongue, his