a little love type

@NightValeRadio drinking the moon

When do you see yourself in five years?

i would give you a universe - put the big bang bang in a gift bag, drop the whole thing off on your doorstep, and then drive away because even though i would give you a universe, i don't think i could stand to see your face.

shush, my love - if you are quiet, you may be able to hear how the silence wobbles, then tilts, then rolls, and then drops off the edge of the world.

i suppose we were something, once, in a way - in the kind of way that bleeds into twice, and then three times, until suddenly it seems like “were” was not the right word at all.