one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
doesn’t the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
oscar wilde
reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
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ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
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.
new york, new york 🖤
“he wished being alive always felt this good”
it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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