dizzyingly alone, me and the metal chamber.
👽🛸🪐
one of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't come home at night - margaret mead
new york, new york 🖤
“he wished being alive always felt this good”
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
dear mr sandman… …
🪦🥀📽
throw ur dreams in the trash baby girl xx
no socks
are allowed in the red-room
no pretty pink flowers
are allowed
at the woods at night
« we all had some coffee. after that i don’t know any more. the night passed. » - the stranger
ohh she’s pretty with the sunset in her hair
reminds me of the end of the world and i love it 🤍
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oscar wilde
xxii | she/her | psychology & creative writing | desperately searching for meaning in the mundane
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