moss green and cyan, the waffle house is overgrown with giant redwoods and i'm pretty sure it's your fault, our small town fears you but i secretly admire you and the way you stand on your wooden porch in the hurricane, sipping tea and letting the wind whip ur hair. all the crows know your name. one day you'll disappear into the woods like many before you, but whispers will tell the truth. your footsteps bloom moss green. cyan flashes in your eyes as the thunderstorm opens fire.
moss green: you’re probably really into cottagecore tbh
cyan: you probably smell really nice
asdf ;asdlkfj this is so poetic and ethereal and exactly the vibe i wanna give off i love it















