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love walking around my beautiful city whilst loudly sobbing...on my margery kempe shit fr
Jan 27, 2024
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especially in the city
Aug 13, 2024
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There is something so liberating about walking around a park or busy city streets just bawling my eyes out. like fuck im sad, but what’s even more sad to me right now is being alone in my room??
If I feel like crying i‘ll grab my headphones and go outside. Not only is there more chance that I’ll see something outside that will make me less sad (like that time a fluffy dog jumped onto the bench i was crying on and sat with me), but it’s quite comforting to be so open. Granted sometimes I end up crying too hard and wish no one could see me. But most the time I can feel comfort in knowing that half the people I’m walking past probably want to cry too
and if you really don’t want people to SEE you cry just stick on some sunglasses and get out there
Apr 20, 2024
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There is nothing more incredible than sobbing while you walk down the street because you've had a long fucking day! Cry! Don’t hold that shit in! And if anyone dares ask if you’re ok tell them to fuck off because it’s New York City and here we cry in public in peace!!!
Apr 15, 2024
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i just think that dabbling in many things but not being really good at any of them is soooo chic…me when i call myself a writer but haven’t finished a poem in four months…
Jan 26, 2024
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this time last year i would listen to this song every day on the subway to my mind-numbingly boring barista job. i worked eight hour shifts alone, serving the occasional customer but mostly just sitting around eating expired baked goods and staring down at my ten-year-old docs spattered with matcha and espresso, the soles crusted with sidewalk salt. i listened to Phair singing about closing her eyes and her bank account and needing someone to do her thinking for her, and i fantasized about walking away from the shapeless, sleepy postgraduate life i’d sunk into.
taking off my apron, abandoning the city and everyone who knew me there, getting on a train or a plane or just walking until i was swallowed by the sunset…it all sounds so trite now, but at the time i carried that idea around like a lucky charm. something to hold onto, to help me feel real. i thought it was the most romantic thing a girl could do. go west, young woman.
Jan 26, 2024
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spilling a spicy, fizzy, freshly cracked vanilla coke all over your grandmother’s vintage fur coat. smoky-sweet, loud, intoxicating. i can still smell this on the collar of the denim jacket i last wore five months ago 💞
Jan 27, 2024