Updated: Nov 8, 2023
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i would weave myself sweet in their plush pillow and go to sleep, only to wake up to a meadow anew. with blankets of watermelon and rouge. pompon swimming in the air.
the sky finally melts into a bashful puddle of strawberries and liquor as the hot glob of golden liquid prepares to slide down the...
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies...
your voice slid through my headphones like juicy oranges squeezed in my ears. sticky tangy fruit liquor dripping down my neck. as the...
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