this happened today

I’m feeling poetic. The rosé wine flies freely and the touch of summer takes me to the brink of beginnings. To the first time I was on my knees for you. Send me dead flowers. It would brighten my day. There is a drunk gay japanese boy reading poetry on my couch. He is conjuring images of you. My cold fresh-spring lake

That is eloquent!

Thank You. Ive been drinking so it just flows out of me like honey

Mmmmm to drink up every last drop of your inner honey


I looked…
Capture d’écran 2014-06-24 à 20.13.43


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