The impatience fermenting in my fingers deoxygenates my frayed mind, yet I smoke a cigarette to clear the stagnant air. Then I play with chopsticks to pick up a pearl, but it rolls off to the oyster it quickened from. I change clothes to find my statement piece, but a fancy hotel is the wrong place to toss dirty underwear in after lying to strangers and making love in the hallways. I long for a callback, but the seconds keep stripping my will, the only thing I will write down on these napkins, with lipstick, inevitably. --Elda Mengisto
canāt wait to get a car so i can turn it pink
these are real people who donāt exist for your pleasure.
Lana Del Rey
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Where are those woke white people at!?
Little Rabbit
by Beatrix Potter