Life Flies By, Especially The Bit That’s Worth Living
life flies by, especially the bit that’s worth living
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“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
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?
dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
👽🛸🪐
light means nothing when your mind is dark
her beer tasted of sawdust and foam coated her boots; nuts were bland and counter sweaty. but the air was lime fresh and the night neon young and she was free.
myra.
« smoking kills »
« that’s the point isn’t it? »
doesn’t the daisy calm your nerves, dear?
paris, france 🤍
“I read it, and I wished I had not, because my view of the world was so much darker afterward,”
paris, france 🥀
« ainsi va le monde. ce n’est pas am faute »
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xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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