Tag Archives: Teja Sudhakar


i’m home and everything is terrible. this is a lie–yesterday, i sliced mushrooms for an hour straight, sectioned them off in three tidy groups: soup, stir fry, kurma. everything is terrible except my cat, who is touch-starved and nudges my … Continue reading

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things worth keeping

i once read a psychopath’s perspective on what she termed “cognitive love,” the way she tended to relationships like weeds. it’s always a conscious effort. and it’s investment. people need a little something to know their worth— i remind myself … Continue reading

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