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How do I know?
I’ve tried and tried, but expressing love always makes me feel like a fraud. What if I don’t love him the way he deserves? What if my past romances tangle and trip me into the present? Why is there a societal expectation to love one, and one only? But instead of making love a predicate…
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First penguin
My mom often describes me as the somewhat stupid, foolhardy penguin that jumps off the cliff first. I would agree. Today, this is the case with my song. Instead of feeling ready before making myself vulnerable, I’m diving right in! I’m not a great singer, but posting my music and covers here reminds me to…
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Popovers
From “kids baking” by WILLIAMS-SONOMA My good friend Emma gave me this kids’ cookbook years ago. It’s the best gift I’ve ever received, as I still use it to this day. This is the simplest and most delicious recipe in the book! When baked, each pastry rises and curls into itself, reminiscent of those plant…
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my M.O.
I helped run a high school badminton tournament a few weeks ago. It was one of my first times running the league planner software, and I kept on messing up the match-ups between players. It was somewhat humiliating. But my saving grace was that I recovered from the failure quickly. A saying coined by Zuckerberg…
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A Poem, My Ass
If you pry apart your mouth wide enough, you can see me crying. I’m small, microscopic, warm to the touch, Containing multitudes, not misunderstood but not desiring to be loved. Do you, too, transcribe limbs for science?
