Lauren🪞

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

blowing a .wad in myhouse

i love the whole world violently. and i dont want to go to work

a girl does start to feel optimistic in a patch of sun

{Chelsea Dingman, from "Psychogeography," published in The Los Angeles Review/ Anne Sexton/ Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls - Raised by Wolves/ Abraham Verghese/ Naguib Mahfouz/ Clementine von Radics, Poem: Courtney Love Prays to Oregon/ Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project/ Fatimah Asghar, from "How'd Your Parents Die Again?" published in The New York Times Magazine/ John Murillo, Poem: Mercy, Mercy, Me}

call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater

When cats yawns they look terrifying, I love it.

My default setting is assuming people don’t want to talk to me

Feeling cute might just cut my wrists and bleed out

not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing

letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave

writing 3-7 cryptic words and leaving it untitled in the notes app

Oda Iselin Sønderland (Norwegian/Irish, 1996) - Morild (Fire) (2022)

honey we are ALL doomed by the narrative.. it’s not that serious. have some fun with it

sorry no i can't make it i'm sprawled on these cathedral steps while spitting up the blood. yeah its gonna be all day