throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
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this is what being alive is. a sticky menu between you and me in a cramped booth by a black window.
light means nothing when your mind is dark
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
turtle neck sweaters and steaming mugs of coffee and overcast clouds and leaves of red and yellow and orange and glossy doc martens and red lipstick stains on necks and pinkie promises and crunching strolls on new york city sidewalks
oscar wilde
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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