Never mind just needed soup and now just need sleep
I’m too tired to keep calling my little sister I’m too tired to keep hanging out with my friend I’m too tired for all of this I just want to be Emily Dickinson I’m sorry
it’s okay to say ‘this isn’t for me’ or ‘I’m not happy here’ and leave… you don’t have to wait for things to be really bad
first name mckenna. last name terence. if the ten strip isnt perforated there is no need to tear it. four dried grams later im more rooted than a carrot. four hits later and i'm baked like bread in paris. i no longer recognize my parents
I DONT NEED YOU
“There…is your spiritual obligation to literature: root out the reductive; seek excellence; pursue the numinous. And, along with a disciplined intellect (for one is of no use without the other) give to children their imaginations, of which they are being robbed with totalitarian intensity by the trash around them.”
— Alan Garner, The Voice That Thunders
May 26th, 1932 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
lets stare judgmentally with mama
Photo by Caleb Jack.
“are you busy today?”