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[pink1foxglitr]

I wonder if you’ve ever thought of me the same time I’ve thought of you. It’s a new cycle and I think of nothing else but you and I have hope for who I’m becoming. I sat in the car and went over everything with low eyes and watermelon mint. I want to write every good thought I’ve had about you on your skin. With my eyes, or my hands or whatever else seems important. would you take me as I am?

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

I think laying on my front porch would touch my heart. Tiny patters of rain hitting against it would be divine. An angel, a gift. Red roses and white sheets. There’s a kind of love in letters and handwriting and lace, I crave it badly. I crave the essence of a breezy Valentine’s Day in the middle of summer. Anyways. You could love someone and the miracle is: they could love you too. I don’t really mean the “could” but it sounds right. They do. You’re allowed to lick the flavor off their skin. You’re allowed to have their sunlight. You’re allowed to have them. Soft and sweet and…peachy? You’ll never know if the garden of love has a taste until you chase and look for it. Turns out, your desperation and self loathing disappears in the right altar of a person. Of a connection. A conversation. I find myself thinking about a heaven that only exists when you’re looking at me. I’d risk a small kiss on your cheek. I’ve been attentive to off waking hours, some nights I found myself only being able to sleep thinking of your essence next to me.

🛌☀️💌

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

I sleep as if I haven’t been forgiven. My fingers grab onto the hem of my shirt like even in my sleep, I need to prove to something I’m real. My lamp casts this golden glow across my clean clothes on the floor and my dog who just likes to stare at me. Unguarded and undone. I wish I could whisper to the sleep gods to let me forget how tired I am of just being. But I can’t. I believe life is beautiful in the eye of the beholder. Sleep doesn’t have to be sacred, I chose to think of it like that. I wouldn’t want to make myself dread everything. I’m strong enough to stand anything.

I press the side of my face to my once comfortable pillow and sigh to the view of my half open door.

And that’s when I saw her, she’s blue and hazy with three foggy eyes like clouds. Skin crystallized in broken stars just like seashells. Four arms drenched in gold jewelry and a crown embedded with an ocean of milk.

She told me I didn’t have to apologize for anything and dug me deep into the soils of the earth. I had caught something beautiful Raindrops and laughter. She said the sound of waves is the sound of creation and vulnerability. “Destroy ego and illusion” when I asked about its motive. Pure transcendence 🤲🐚💤

[pink1foxglitr]

Postin bs

[pink1foxglitr]

Right now, I’m thinking about this awful look on my face going against your beautiful one that just could never go wrong. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough at expressing how I truly feel. I could never keep that up, I’d have to spill everything boldly and run with consequence (if there is one) but I love how I don’t think there’d be one with you. I feel scared as I wonder if I’m your constant reminder of something evil. And now I’m starting to feel sorry for being so scared all the time but I wish to be gentle with you. I’ve always liked watching you speak and the tremble of your words hitting my brain to make pleasing images. I have to pretend I’m not shaking when you look over at me. I watch your lips so closely, I felt you burn into the back of my eyelids

[pink1foxglitr]

[pink1foxglitr]

Can’t sleep + hungry + anxious + itchy…?

[pink1foxglitr]

I’m dragging it

[lonelysummerbreeze]

2010

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Cool

[pink1foxglitr]

In the west coast, there’s a lady who claims she can decipher your dreams. When we spoke through the line on the poster in front of her house, I found myself to think about her as some scientist of some sort. I think I’d fully believe her if she told me my future. It’s not the hottest day of the year, the coldness from the pier made my head hurt. She has a jaguar parked in her driveway and I’ve seen her nail polish color in magazines. When I sat on her black leather couch, I think she sees all the hope I’ve had in my lifetime…because she offered a deeper card reading for another $30.

💳🌊🔮

[pink1foxglitr]