𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗻𝗼𝘀ridaNov 8, 20231 min readmy sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist.what more could I want?
my sleep melts into a million tiny droplets of dreams. breathe a sigh a puff of cloudy mist.what more could I want?
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...
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...
𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲the evening melted, into a mouthful of homemade brown butter ghee. the air was thick with notes of toasted sweetness. she wondered how to...
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