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=
light means nothing when your mind is dark
one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
it was nearly 4 am as red light streamed out the bar, sifting through drunk legs. it was closing time, even in new york city.
“let me take you home,” he asked; breath smelling more metallic than his eyebrow piercing.
she smiled into his swirling eyes,
and she was never seen again.
- myra
dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
👽🛸🪐
ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
paris, france 🥀
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xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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