ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
“one should always be drunk. that’s all that matters…but with what? with wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. but get drunk.”
dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
👽🛸🪐
new york, new york 🖤
“he wished being alive always felt this good”
“I read it, and I wished I had not, because my view of the world was so much darker afterward,”
light means nothing when your mind is dark
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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