Jun 17, 2022
Typewriter Series #107 and who knows where the intro is from?
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Typewriter Series #107 and who knows where the intro is from?
overpass graffiti, ed sheeran // typewriter series
For @marlmarlin and @2inlovetoletitgo (along with everyone else who liked my earlier post) and in honor of International Lesbian Day, enjoy some sugar-coated fluff of the pair that’s lived rent free in my head for weeks. First installment of the Typewriter Series!
Number 886
The house was still in the warm California evening. Windows were propped open, though many of the rooms they gave a glimpse into were dark. The only movement within the house was tucked away in the kitchen, not visible from the street.
Two women stood with their arms wrapped around each other, swaying gently in rhythm with Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade" on the radio. Post-dinner clean up had been abandoned in favor of a catchy melody and a sweet embrace. Gwendolyn's hands on her back pressed Mildred closer to her, and the redhead sighed contentedly.
The thought at the forefront of Mildred's mind was so strong that she knew she could not keep it to herself, knew that it must pass her lips to live in Gwendolyn's mind as well. She noticed that as they breathed within the embrace, their chests rose and fell in tandem. Taking another inhale as a slight smile tugged at her mouth, she turned her face into the blonde's neck to whisper into her skin.
"No one has ever felt more like coming home."
Even without seeing it, she could feel Gwendolyn smile. "Oh, my darling," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Mildred's temple. "I love you."
"I love you," she echoed, and lay a matching kiss on the blonde's collarbone. Gwendolyn held her more tightly, and Mildred closed her eyes, feeling deliciously safe.
Too much isn’t always enough
I see I take;
Your heart I break.
Loved so fiercely that it shattered.
Hurt and pain and hurricanes and rain.
Battering all that really mattered.
What is the end game ?
Is this past to be untrodden?
Laid in waste and not in haste to join at the hip either.
Moving on, following the fork that broke us.
Lives untainted by the other;
Flirting with failure, dancing with disaster.
Building on the ashes of happy ever after
Amazing how manageable life can feel with only one blanket and the right two arms.
Tyler Knott Gregson
@anirishman