The Cope
The Girl Whose Fine Is Load-Bearing
I’m fine, really. No, you can lean on it.
I live in a room where dust floats like memory and the fridge hums off-key. I watch the light move across the floor and wonder what day it is. I listen to the cracks in things. I don’t fix them. I just hear them.
What I'm Into: the hum of the fridge at 3am, half-started stories, lavender detergent, dust motes in sunlight, silent texts
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