𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀ridaJul 10, 20211 min readUpdated: Nov 8, 2023hold my fingers into the mellow sunshine, rubbing the buttery cookie crumbs offthey fall down on my stomach, like heavy grains of dust with a soft thud.
hold my fingers into the mellow sunshine, rubbing the buttery cookie crumbs offthey fall down on my stomach, like heavy grains of dust with a soft thud.
𝗲𝗻𝘆𝗼i float on a still pool of milk in a stance with the stellar bodies, watching them violently collide with each other. andromeda with the...
𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀my sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist. what more could I want?
𝗮𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘂𝘀drunk in the fallernian harp, it makes me see things. ain't i too young, not ripe and mature enough to be picked yet. so, let me hang on...
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