𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴ridaJul 10, 20211 min readUpdated: Sep 16, 2022tucked in my blue pullover on the bean bag i sip my boba milk coffee; the insides of my mind are dreaming about constellations in the night sky.
tucked in my blue pullover on the bean bag i sip my boba milk coffee; the insides of my mind are dreaming about constellations in the night sky.
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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