her blue petaled truth

feeling sleepy
counting cherry blossoms
on a rainy night

Issa

I’m not into games and doubts.
I’m into thoughtfulness and caring and pleasure

This softness is fucking hard sometimes

tenderness asks for nothing

I’m a wild thing
but I’m so sleepy

Anyways. Drink coffee and smile at how fucked we all are

We tell ourselves the prettiest stories and we believe them

He feels like a waist hug from behind and neck kisses

you'll find me where the light is.

I like what I like

it takes whatever it takes

Always looking for the pretty

Today went a little sideways, and then a lot more, and my place is a real mess but I’m smiling because this little mess around me is all mine, and my pup doesn’t mind

You won’t really know me till you’ve seen me smile in the summer sun by the sea

overbloom until you bleed

walk with me, walk with me along the salty shores for miles and miles.

A cozy little oblivion.