i have six euros to my name!!!!!
this is PARISIENNE LIVING!!!!
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sunday mornings in libraries. sunday afternoons in cafes. nights spent face down listening to white noise. swing dresses dried flowers and a pink sofa. ink stains and squids and messy hair. records on repeat. joan didion and middlemarch. words clutched so tightly they might as well be heartbeats. bad temperedness to boot. and a skirt worn like a flag
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did you write this while i was upstairs in bed with a fever...? i seem to recall a car filled with toilet paper, a shouty kebab, and leaving you gloomily downstairs to muse over finances and the world, while odd scandinavian gentlemen tried to tell me the world wasn't frozen. can only surmise you wrote this then
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