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I may be trash, but i’m high quality trash. Premium trash. Grade A trash. The kind of trash your mom would look at and say “should this be recycling?” Yeah i’m that kind of trash.
by Michael Gimenez Rodriguez de Vera
one day, i hope to be moved from your downloads folder into somewhere more deliberate
by Nikolett Emmert
not very good at asking for things that I want
the older i get the more sensitive i become to warm genuine words, like wow you really think that kindly of me? hold up, lemme cry
red honey as a result of bees feasting on cherries
i put the :// in http://
Elinor Stecker, High-Contrast Images, 1982
House zine! Words from anything by adrianne lenker
patterns left by woodworms on driftwood
PLEASE search "beetle gallery" and look at images. The patterns larval beetles leave behind under the bark of trees while feeding are so so beautiful
having a sensitive heart is not for the weak