𝚋.@thethrillkey·14htell me how the salt stayed on your skin long after the ocean stopped asking for youÇevir English0081041
𝚋.@thethrillkey·1dshe carves her intentions into the night and waits for the dawn to obeyÇevir English126962
𝚋.@thethrillkey·22 Marhis and hersÇevir𝚋.@thethrillkeythe first day of spring and so many things English007276
𝚋.@thethrillkey·22 Mareach day i wake up and put on my little dresses and write my little poems and continue to be very delicate but not very gentleÇevir English015221
𝚋.@thethrillkey·21 Marmy hair plays at my pale, freckled shoulders like the softest version of gravityÇevir English02113081
𝚋.@thethrillkey·7 Marrain writing on the roof, hands on shoulders, warmth moving slowly between us, the storm learning our rhythmÇevir English02144642
𝚋.@thethrillkey·22 Şubwe tended a fire in all afternoon; now oysters, wine, and a quieter flame in the living roomÇevir English0043931
𝚋.@thethrillkey·21 Şubthe first green is a quiet rearranging of my interior weatherÇevir English00112951