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one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
life flies by, especially the bit that’s worth living
mess mess mess
my mind’s
cluttered mess
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
there are no exits where you’re going
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
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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