A place my blood knew

On the train one night a song comes on Spotify, and within seconds I am crying because it sounds like the Balkans, like a dusty street in summer, like three generations of women barefoot in the yard halving peaches at the stone sink.

It wasn’t even a Bulgarian song, just a rhythm that sounded like a place my blood knew.

-Adriana Cloud, from “We Who Leave”

When I talk to my friends about relationships and they tell me two conflicting bits of information I often say it’s because it’s both. We can have two truths that exist at the same time.

When your friends resume is so beautiful that you find yourself saying what kind of font is that bish

are there any nature like music festivals coming up because I feel like I can extend the flower crown till fall