Diana (click here to follow her!) was inspired by the current situation the world is going through: the cruel pandemic called COVID-19, so she sent me an illustration. We agreed that I would write a poem. However, when it came to write, I couldn’t write a poem. I had so much to say. Plus, her illustration was literally worth a thousand words, it was telling a story. And every time I looked at it, the story spoke of hope. When I sent the short story to Diana, she came back with three illustrations. Here’s the result! Let me know what you think!
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It’s very strange and awkward for me to tell or text someone, “Happy Halloween!” I’d never say this as a kid, no one ever really said it around me. It wasn’t a holiday, but just the day we got lucky to be who the hell we wanted to be without anyone judging us (which is ironic because at every party you go your costume is in for the “Best Costume of the Night” competition). However, the best wasn’t getting dressed, scaring people, or dressing as a “sexy cop,” or “sexy nurse.” It was trick or treating and eating all the candies we collected from one house to another because we knew we could use the 31st of October as an excuse to binge eat until bedtime and that the next day, we’d have to slow it down on the sugar. Halloween was as simple as that.
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Last weekend, I remember telling my parents I wanted to go apple picking. I don’t know if I truly wanted to go, or if I just wanted to go out to combat boredom and take pictures for the sake of Instagram and edit them on VSCO (yes, I’m addicted to the app) because apple picking looks cool and it’s finally fall. Since I came back from France, I hadn’t spent any quality time with my parents and deep down, I really wanted to do something different and not just on my own. I wanted to get closer to them and do something they love for once.
MARIA MAGDELEINA 