On communal living and sharing space

Illustration by Louisa Bertman


Thoughts on gratitude

Illustration by Carmen Johns


On sex, metamorphosis, and inconvenient desires





coke painting, oil on canvas, larissa pham, 2014

What happens when by the time you publish an essay it’s a part of you you can no longer access?


Nobody likes crying in public, especially if you’re crying alone.


“I miss fucking you” is a loose end. “I miss you” is a loose end. To leave is neat; to stop is narratively satisfying.

Larissa Pham

Larissa Pham is a writer in Brooklyn.

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