Tag Archives: Mehar Haleem

Things I’m Afraid Of

Waking up blind. Dahlias. Being mediocre. Losing all my eyelashes. Telling dad I’m bisexual. Hair stuck in drains. Aunts whose daughters got into Stanford. Being stuck in a cobweb. Holes. Holes inside holes. Not being termed gay enough by gay … Continue reading

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