The Weekender

Influencers such as Tate unashamedly capitalize on lonely men, forever shaping their perception of the world around them — a world where women should “obey” men because of their six-pack.

When I see freedom, I see a sun as hot as an angel clutching not only your hand, my hand, the hands of your daughters, but the hand of that woman on the bus who you gave the shoes off your feet because she liked them.

It’s no longer fun when your responsibilities and leisure coincide through the same medium.

I can grow wings, even feather-light bones

I’m not really sure what it means to be home.

I’m sorry for dragging you away from the rest of the party and making you talk to me about life as we walked the expanse of the beach shore. Thank you for making life feel less lonely than the people we happen to be.

I move four fingers each hand. Two makes eight. Thumbs are not fingers. Digits, though. I have ten digits.

The protesters gathered to commemorate the 51st anniversary of the declaration of martial law in the Philippines by dictator Ferdinand Marcos and fight against continued state repression.

A house and a home are not two extremes. One is not a foil to the other. They lie on the same line — a crooked one.

He would’ve done anything to see her healthy again, and he did do everything.