i still feel like there’s a hole in me. getting over people, love, loss… what does it even mean, getting over where? what exactly is on the other side? because it sure is not the place where i left from. i am marked now. things i carry are not the same. the weight is different. my body knows. i don’t remember how to stand straight.
banzai banzai, it's better to write then die
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i am so goddamn young
&& born decades too late
&& silly beatnik chick
&& rock'n'roll addict
&& wannabe poet
writer & dylanist & bookworm & photographer
& brainiac amour with patti smith
synesthetic escapist gay nothing
i wear suits & cowboy boots
i smoke lucky strike & wear rayban wayfarers
20 years old, helsinki, finland
♥: patti smith, bob dylan, the rolling stones, david bowie, rock'n'roll, allen ginsberg, beat generation, sixties, movies, literature, poetry, philosophy, arts, smoking, blues, writing, tom waits, leonard cohen, quentin tarantino, ray loriga, jean genet, greta garbo, henry miller etc.
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