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look at the clouds todaywhen i met you, i stopped writing. i also stopped waking up to a face full of post it notes saying things like its bad luck to see the woman before the driving test, or my house smells like apple cider and bluebottles have eyes, or i've got static in my arms. i stopped feeling sorry and i stopped falling down the stairs. i noticed the stars at night could have a story and you could have taken the ocean and put it in your eyes. i also stopped writing.look at the clouds today
when i met you, i stopped trying to be a nice person and just was. when i met you, i discovered post it notes and then i couldn't use them. i realised my house was not just a picture
by ~vampire-zombie
GlovesHer love is like well worn gloves willow green soft supple fingers the tips taut and splitting the cloth textured like May urging me to peel back the tight weave and run my hands under her fabric and explore her seams buttery suede and crevices like new milk bursting her stitches where I run her threadbare and smoothGloves
under my heart.
by =Scarlettletters
SorceryYour world,Sorcery
the stuff of dreams, that soft collision of gently worn ghosts and the fraying edges of summer nights, pools under the sky like the backwater of heaven. Rifts of melodies, caught round your fingers, court and spark the softest demons - full of poetry and sweet oaths; and dark stars, bright as crickets, glister with agate against the window. You wear me like linen and cloves, fine smoke from storms and the echo of midnight, caught under your spell.
by =Scarlettletters
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- Current Residence: San Diego, Cali
- Interests: lots of cool stuffs like nature, adventure, animals, music, fantasy, foodOMG
- Favourite genre of music: nothing particular
- Personal Quote: "i don't know"
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