like fox after his own tail , tendrils of sunshine chase night time to her evening bed . / 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 rises against morning light . rituals dawned in morning solitude , where lonsemity is forgotten &. he’s full . as are speaker stereos . . . . ‘ 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 ! ’ interrupts the sizzling of morning necessity . and a resounding ‘fuck!’ as grease pops his skin . / .. &. staircase creaking .
/ ❝ she rises from her coffin , .. —— - look at that. . . . little bit of prince action this mornin’ , yeah ? ❞ he faces , spatula’s handle 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 .
❝ .. you’re slackin’ , sweetheart, got’ta put a little more 𝐇𝐈𝐏 - 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 into it . ❞
@vohyage / ♥
