We search out love, can’t find it so we fake it and watch other people’s perfect lives they have plastered together like ransom notes
swells of change
Perched at the crow's nest I welcome the brewing gale ideal conditions for a feminine travail
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In the laundry bin, making home next to my socks and underwear, I found a little tube of glossier blush, two square neon magnets, and a spec...
