He needed to learn.
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He needed to learn.
Grown-ups work for things.
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Vogue Ukraine August 2017
yesterday we traveled on the train past through london paddington, and I had to pay a lot of money for my ticket so I angrily stuffed my face with a cookie and gritted my teeth a lot
the last thing i ate was a milkyway thing from a celebrations box on a train with it being blue and rainy outside in the pouring rain on my graduation day
we walked to the canal and had 2 ginger beers
trying to stop myself from going downstairs to eat a tonne of biscuits and kinder bars and also maybe some toast and cereal with loads of milk
I really want some coffee or salted caramel eclairs or some whipped cream filled cake dessert . and also a baked cheesecake , LIFE IS A JOKE .
in the land of bread milk and honey, before bed 🍞🍼🍯 zZ stars and codeine xoxox
When instead of swallowing a fistful of white pills,
you decided to shower,
the palm trees nodded in agreement,
a choir of crickets singing
behind your swollen eyes.
The masked bird turned to you
with a shred of paper hanging from its beak.
At dusk, hair wet and fragrant,
you cupped a goat’s face
and kissed his trembling horns.
— Erika L. Sanchéz, from “Six Months After Contemplating Suicide,” published in Poetry Magazine