graphic by Amanda Leutmixay One. The night before my first Halloween at college, Jin Yong passes away. I find out in an email from my professor, and am reminded of another strangely connected week, my sophomore year of high school: we start reading Gabriel García Márquez on a…
taken by Audrey Yao and Chenyang Lai *trigger warning for self harm and violence lost in her daydreams with her mind miles away she stares off into the darkness wishing she did not stray with everyone around her she can’t help but feel alone love and care was…
As the quarter drags on, students become more and more entrenched in the everyday stresses of life. The seemingly mundane, yet unavoidable, routine of class-lab-work-eat-sleep implants itself in our existences day after day, leaving exhausted students with limited time to contemplate their own thoughts about other aspects of…
Home is waking up to the banging on my mother’s mortar and pestle. I learned it’s the best type of wake up call and I can smell the fried garlic in the wok. It is the bait that reels my little brother and I into the kitchen, where…
Unplanned words spilled out from my mouth to establish, “you are not in charge.” I am radiant, my worth is not based on you, I am beaming warmth. Painted veil, pressed dress, one bright smile, no event– just because I can. Resting bitch face on, a woman with…