Well this is all the fucking motivation I need to sort out my March living arrangements cause if I have to spend multiple days in a row like this camped out at a fucking McDonald’s waiting to go to sleep and repeat it all over again I will kill myself.
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Holly is a poet, essayist, and immigrant who writes about feminism, politics, and Elvis. Her prose has been featured in several Medium publications and she is a co-host of The Art House’s Moving Voices open mic night. View all posts by Holly (she/her)
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Waiting for Winter 