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we'll be fine because the moons kisses our heads each night, while the sun embraces us in the morning.

[oirichu]

Thug Diary

[oirichu]

Journal 12.23.24

I hope you feel my fingers pushing into your skin, Slightly you might bleed, is it okay to love with a hint of pricking. Trace your back and then you disappear. I am not in love with a ghost, I’m chasing an empty spot. A starved writer with hands full of undedicated trust.

There is so much unfound beauty in every person that walks by you, and I am so honored to know everyone, because their radiance of energy and memories make me feel as if the world was destined to meet them. They will shine above the dim lit sky and show a farther history than most.