the sweet scent of cigarettes and semen on your lips
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
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.
oscar wilde
light means nothing when your mind is dark
“you’re never more alive than when you’re almost dead”
tim o’brien
watch the sawdust n dirt,
swirl swirl swirl
down the drain
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
“we must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest,”
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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