❣️Naka❣️

She is pure. She is strong. Her soul can never be replaced. She is I.

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Diaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec

[moss-milk]

Her mother has given me a name

It's hard to swallow like a stone in my throat

It tastes like poison

Because it was never me

- M. Naka

[moss-milk]

There is something so surreal about reading through this blog. I was twenty when I made the very first post. I just turned twenty-nine a few days ago. The younger version of me believed she was wise beyond her years. If only I could go back in time and hold her. She deserves to be held.

[moss-milk]

It's been quite a bit since I've spilled my thoughts on this blog.

[moss-milk]

I’ve searched for you in every crack of the earth

I’ve searched for you in every corner of the world

I’ve searched for you

I found you -

[moss-milk]

Exhaustion sets on my lids while the responsibilities of adulthood weigh heavy upon my shoulders. 

[moss-milk]

Coastal Towns —

I absolutely adore the sound of harbor bells far off in the distance while seagulls fly overhead. The small waves that gently lap at the boat and the creaking of the dock as you step down into it. How about the smell of clean, crisp ocean air? The fog that hangs low along the shore and over the boats giving it a mysterious feel. Clutching at your cardigan to pull it up over your shoulders because the wind caught you off guard.

— A. Naka

[moss-milk]

What is it about wanting to run into the arms of another? After cutting the chain from the other..

Constantly seeking comfort to be torn by the claws in the dark.

[moss-milk]

Cicadas singing in the dead of night have never bothered me.

[moss-milk]

I’ve always said an artist couldn’t fall in love with another artist because two creative minds would clash and the moods would almost always be melancholic.. but I take that back. Imagine the magic two artist can make together? The creative lovechild they would produce? or how colorful the both of them would be?

[poisoned-apple]

[delpozos]

Dior 2011 vs. Gaultier 2007 

[moss-milk]

I speak in words that impact his heart

He truly is mine

As i am his

We’ll merge together to become one

- Naka

[moss-milk]

He leans into my touch as if he craves it.

[moss-milk]

I feel as if I should write about you otherwise I’ll lose the faint memory of you.

[moss-milk]

There are days where I fantasize too often about relationship that isn’t real.

A man who isn’t real.

Yet here I am.. dreaming up a thoughtful lover with dark tasseled curls and bright eyes.

He’s got dark caramel skin, his hands rough yet gentle as they roam freely over every curve of my body. His touch excites me. I quiver.

I feel as if you were mine on another astral plane. Tell me.. do you dream of me as I dream of you?

[moss-milk]

My love for you overflows, knows no boundaries, and could live on even after we have parted this earth.

- Naka

[moss-milk]

Achey, weary, and fatigued but those lips still carry a smile. Beat red face, cold button nose, and tired eyes yet you’re still keeping positive.