Vaunted

Almost asleep and somehow still thinking about your hands on me.

the quiet loneliness of being dependable while feeling invisible

The kettle boils when I run my finger down your back

Bamboo swaying in the wind. Narrow waist. Oh, that tremor...

My tongue at the bottom of the cup of your mouth. It's Sweet. Salty.

I close my eyes to see and let my heart breathe I can smell— mystic memories musky meadow now I open my ears, I see a beautiful roaring crescendo too often I let my ears go to waste how blunt my eyes only twenty deep keep wide open although they are unseeing #EarlyTwenties

spacious silence, I inhale her sweetish scent she’s so close, here, internal... I can't help but breathe her the stars faded in her eyes and I slowly sank in her rhythms

can i come over and hug you for hours

You can be a good person with a kind soul and still tell people to fuck off when needed.

Intelligent and weird is so hot.

"I am both worse and better than you thought." - Sylvia Plath.

some days she's a poem, some days an ocean of emptiness..

Thank you for the way your soul speaks— soft, radiant, and endlessly gentle.

He kept his heart under lock and key; she simply picked the lock with her smile.

ties that run deeper than the deepest ocean

you don’t know this but I’m rooting for you

not trying to be anything, not explaining, simply living in my skin the best I can gives me peace

if i let you into my garden, do you promise to walk gently and always water the flowers?

I just want to know all of you

read my lips with yours