. we all survived, bodywise I left u high I lost my lovely, I didn’t die . . photo / https://lukegauthier.tumblr.com/post/116550673924
knowing me, it was probably love that great dark blue sex hope that keeps coming true that cartoon black castle with a single bird flying over it photo / Sumyko writing / HERA LINDSAY BIRD
When Aphrodite sharpens you, you sacrifice a little of yourself, willingly, as a knife does, so that you may become better at it. photo / Carlos Pereira writing / ALEIDA RODRÍGUEZ
Sometimes I feel time move me on. I feel weightless and small, but everywhere. I feel free? I could have been here. photo / Susanne Klostermann
rainbow girl hues unseen but I remember them from before, you photo / Rasputin Alexander K.
A whole lot of what ifs What if the stars are cracks in the floor of heaven, writing / Kendall Hill
I’m indifferent, you lost me standing on the dark corners and waiting for light to turn red.
J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning
Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
blueness, delirium And slow rhythms under the streaking of daylight