you can't talk to a psycho like a normal human being

Norahlove
Her voice drips like honey straight from the comb. It's also woodsmoke. It's sometimes like the ocean, with milky white foam on blue-green depths. It's like wearing a patchwork dress, walking barefoot in an empty apartment with wood floors, tracing fingers gently along the imaginary worlds on the white stuccoed walls, or slow dancing with strangers.

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