#for school again

[beketter]

Beach day!

[moeakumu]

aaaah i have to drive back to so-cal tmr D;

[pigmenting]

After "Bare Places" by Douglas Burnet Smith There are flourishing places inside us, entrenched in the deepest of spaces, Gardens planted beneath skin jungles waiting for the moment when An explorer stumbles through the leaves, his eyes showing kindness but his hands the quickest of thieves We build these greenhouses, planting seeds for roses but all we see are weeds These forests climbing high inside our lungs kept secret, kept hidden like guns These are the unseen, the destinations not found, waiting for the traveler, the artist, the profound To shine light on the plants, make sense of the tangles of vines and to see daffodils in the dandelions

Kelsey Danielle, "Where the Wild Things Grow"