the smell of hospitals in winter
the sun is setting, yellowy orange behind the houses, and birds flock in black across the pale blue. i miss the summer and the sun; i think we all do, here, now. winter has lasted long enough, we need the sun on our skin. flip flops and shorts. coats in our closets and sunglasses in our hands.
i wore a skirt today and thought about dying.
yesterday i bought an expensive coat which i may or may not regret doing.
recently i've been obsessed with how much people do or don't like me and the minuteness of my boobs. it's quietly walking the edge of ridiculous.
(things like these make me feel infinitely sad and angry. jfc people, quit this preposterous fear.)
i wore a skirt today and thought about dying.
yesterday i bought an expensive coat which i may or may not regret doing.
recently i've been obsessed with how much people do or don't like me and the minuteness of my boobs. it's quietly walking the edge of ridiculous.
(things like these make me feel infinitely sad and angry. jfc people, quit this preposterous fear.)