Brave little nibling armed with the evolutionary power called cuteness.
Tag: love
Words I carry (to read when I’m sober)
A peril of going through the internet; you change. It rattles around the head.
In this other world I’m not living in
There is no cause for grief. To my grandmother.
but didn’t i promise to fall in love
These letters, like this promise, is not for you.
Filters in development
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
Art: Glass hearts do not break like real ones do (2018)
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
in other words
I’ve been reading more poetry lately.
Book Review: Fermat’s Last Theorem by Simon Singh (1997)
Math has never been so thrilling
To Tita Beng
Thank you, Ninang Beng.
For heaven
I love you
jari m 