As soon as I find potential suitors who shower me with love, suddenly all the drugs are gone. Love might save me.
You owe me an analysis.
You can wallow once you're done writing it. Cheers!
“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector