Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitud — Otessa Moshfegh
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Its the map of my childhood, my sadness, my Eden, my hell and home. when I look at it now, my heart swells with gratitude, then shrinks with disgust.

— Otessa Moshfegh
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