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Airiz commented on the post, soon 5 months, 3 weeks ago
5: 32 PM. Time is a cruel god. I was standing there, staring blankly at the doodled cities on my Chucks, waiting for your sharp footfalls to echo in the halls. Will you come soon? It felt as if eternities have already passed, but I still wasn’t able to glimpse a shadow of your presence. The you-shaped void beside me makes me sore, makes me ache. Will you come soon? It’s been forever since I last saw you.
5: 33 PM
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Airiz commented on the post, secret 9 months, 2 weeks ago
The poverty of language hindered him from spilling his heart out, but the way he raked his clumsy fingers through his locks, the blushed pallor that he sported while avoiding my stares, and the way he tried to […]
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Airiz commented on the post, sound 1 year ago
I pressed my ears against his chest and heard–felt–there, caged and suffocated, the sound of the beatings of a hummingbird’s wings. I traced little heart-shapes on his skin, right on the top of the throbs, […]
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Airiz commented on the post, blaze 1 year, 1 month ago
Sometimes she doesn’t know who’s wrong—she or them. It sure feels right, but because she is not in the position to say anything she likes, to defend what she believes, to make any sound from beneath the tape […]
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Airiz commented on the post, swing 1 year, 2 months ago
He shook the headphones off his ears when the music’s unpalatable tang sank into his tastebuds. Sometimes he wonders why heartbroken people still listen to songs that tell them terrible things about love. […]
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Airiz commented on the post, sweat 1 year, 2 months ago
The sun was so outraged today that he sent blistering fingers to squeeze out all the salty rainwater from everyone’s skins. I stooped, imbibed the last drops from my canteen, and let myself be squeezed some more. […]
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Airiz commented on the post, crescent 1 year, 2 months ago
The crickets’ nighttime songs swaddled him in a solemn blanket of atmosphere. On evenings like this, he always liked to lie on the roof and gaze up at the glowing beauty of the moon. But the night’s Queen is not […]
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Airiz commented on the post, lift 1 year, 2 months ago
It was supposed to be cold inside the trembling, four-walled container. But it wasn’t. A few wisps of his bangs fluttered into the air when he blew at them, when he was trying to think of a way to banish the […]
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Airiz commented on the post, ants 1 year, 3 months ago
The dots on the pavement–angry-red and night-black–connected with each other as they trace the sweet highway toward a pillow of bread and crystal sugar. In a gigantic, dangerous dome where we live in, noticing […]
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Airiz wrote about the word fences 1 year, 3 months ago
They resumed the dance of blades under the ersatz guidance of the fluorescents, their hearts leaping at the alternating singsong of their foils and the ragged music of their breaths. Fencing is their favorite pes de deux, because in it, he is hers, and she is his–the world doesn’t own them for a few violent [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word runway 1 year, 3 months ago
She is so unlike those stick-thin and posts-tall women that were molded especially for the spotlit catwalks: she is plain, hair is a jungle of ink-black hair, there is a tinge of sadness in her smile that never goes away, and there are little scars that people can and cannot see. But don’t let appearances [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word liberty 1 year, 4 months ago
The way she stood at the ledge of the terrace, with a tiara of leaves seated on her hair, clutching a book in one hand and raising the other, reminded him of the Statue of Liberty. He admired the sight: the ropes of golden sunbeams snaked into her dark disheveled locks, and her eyes were [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word savage 1 year, 4 months ago
Fear is a savage beast that resides in your heart. It feeds on all the doubts and lies and tears and pain you harbor inside, fattening itself so that one day, it may destroy you completely. Don’t hold on to its poisoned fangs; look up and see how tomorrow arrives as it tints the sky [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word temple 1 year, 5 months ago
I pressed my fingers against my temples, pretending that it would help me wake up the muses slumbering in the hollows of my cranium. The paper under my pen point was white and blank, mocking me, challenging me to mar its surface with a hurricane of words. Sometimes I think I need to bleed ink [...]
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Airiz posted an update: 1 year, 6 months ago
ZONE magazine editing. :)
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Airiz posted an update: 1 year, 6 months ago
writing a review for Jonathan Safran Foer’s Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. :) Later I’ll start reading Lauren Oliver’s Delirium, and prolly make something (for Tumblr) about Neil Gaiman’s birthday. :)
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Airiz wrote about the word prints 1 year, 6 months ago
The candy wrapper I picked up that afternoon was a mosaic of shoeprints. It made me wonder about the lives of people who stepped on it—they’re all going different paths, they have different destinations, and they wove different plans in their heads about their hundred-hundred tomorrows. At some point in their journey, their souls converge [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word downpour 1 year, 6 months ago
When the tears seeped through the blindfold of my fingers, I know that it’s useless to plaster the upturned frown I was donning the whole day. Then I heard the sobs of the thunderclouds outside, followed by the loud splatter of rain. The roofs and the pavements were slippery with tears. I smiled through my [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word edge 1 year, 7 months ago
Lots of things happen whenever I’m teetering on the edge of wakefulness, where a millimeter from my toe I can see the steep staircase that goes down to my version of dreamland. Sometimes I imagine what tomorrow would be like by taking a risky glance behind me, checking the shape of my footprints. Sometimes I [...]
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Airiz wrote about the word clipped 1 year, 8 months ago
Life is forever unfair. For most of the time you spent living, you will be slithering along the metaphorical leaves of knowing what’s good, what’s bad, what’s between them, like a caterpillar attempting to know his place in the world. There will come a time when you have to curl up in a cocoon, to [...]
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