Smoke Pipe

I wish I had grown up in North Dakota and my mom was a smoker with long thick dishwater blonde hair with streaks of silver and I wish I remembered the couch we had when I was a kid

They should make a perfume that smells like being nauseous while someone smokes a cigerette next to you in the sun at 2:42pm

Being a hooker while I live alone on the road gets a little hard. I see nobody for days, completely enveloped in my inner world with only momentary breaks to entertain and have sex with a stranger. I’ve started to mythologize them in my mind like they’re devils and angels. I had a man get me a hotel today just to immediately leave, did he grow too anxious or did he not think I was attractive? Either way he’s the first person I’ve talked to in days that’s not a good morning gas station employee. Another guy called right as I’d given up on trying to leave for Montana today. Angel? Idk but he was kind and it barely hurt. Mostly I just feel very free but I never just feel one thing at a time so I also feel very dependent, I must be the right kind of pretty and girly and sooo on for someone I’ve never met in order to live the way I am. I think I’ve decided to try to find a farm to work on in Montana and maybe I’ll make no money but I could drive to Missoula and find an open mics to hear people read poetry

Affirm: I am developing a resilient nervous system

I’m thinking about changing my blog color but I don’t want everyone to think I’m being flashy

I am the only emo girl at the great wolf lodge in Minneapolis rn

Uhm I hope I hve a little mor time b4 the storm comes