reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
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her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
light means nothing when your mind is dark
“I read it, and I wished I had not, because my view of the world was so much darker afterward,”
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
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didn’t realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.”
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
oscar wilde
the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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