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Another crochet top makes it out of my pinterest inspiration board!

Pulled 3 all-nighters to wear this long-sleeve crochet top at In The City music festival.

Poetry by Betty No, the angels did not run out Of paint when coloring my skin Rectification is paramount Since all my life I have been Unique in my way, yet no misfit. For my worth extends far beyond What you’ve known, what you’ve seen. And in my oneness, I belong To the big picture of humanity. Rich and heterogeneous. You might call my angels clumsy But to me, they were generous To wrap me in a pattern That only God could duplicate. Singular piece of a big puzzle, The space

Did the salesman's death teach us anything?

Désillusion et découverte de soi. La mue des amours est une quête en soi.

Love transcends the ages. What are the odds of Leo reuniting with an incarnation of his long-lost sweetheart?

A work of poetry about the wind and what it takes with it.

Starting the year on a positive note, My Wish for You is that you bloom.

Remember the SAFW Student Competition exhibition? Let's dive into the designers' minds.

You've seen purple all over your social media; here's why you should care.

Set up on blind date, Thomas soon discovered what he did not want in a woman; while the world was scheduled to end.

I crocheted this little handbag as a reward (or a punishment?) for working super super hard.

An ode to this beautiful vessel of flesh. Have you hugged yourself today?