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« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
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watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
light means nothing when your mind is dark
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?
doesn’t the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
“we must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest,”
it’s three-thirty in the morning, that’s a bad time to talk about should-haves and would-haves - needful things
throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
everything popular is wrong
oscar wilde
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
destiny is usually just around the corner. like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. but what destiny does not do is home visits. you have to go for it. (at 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙨) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqDfqLnuSt0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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