“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
“one should always be drunk. that’s all that matters…but with what? with wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. but get drunk.”
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
there are no exits where you’re going
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
turtle neck sweaters and steaming mugs of coffee and overcast clouds and leaves of red and yellow and orange and glossy doc martens and red lipstick stains on necks and pinkie promises and crunching strolls on new york city sidewalks
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
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xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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