𝚋.@thethrillkey·1dtell me how the salt stayed on your skin long after the ocean stopped asking for youترجمہ English0081231
𝚋.@thethrillkey·2dshe carves her intentions into the night and waits for the dawn to obeyترجمہ English1371132
𝚋.@thethrillkey·22 Marhis and hersترجمہ𝚋.@thethrillkeythe first day of spring and so many things English007279
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 gentleترجمہ English015223
𝚋.@thethrillkey·21 Marmy hair plays at my pale, freckled shoulders like the softest version of gravityترجمہ English02113101
𝚋.@thethrillkey·7 Marrain writing on the roof, hands on shoulders, warmth moving slowly between us, the storm learning our rhythmترجمہ English02144662
𝚋.@thethrillkey·22 Şubwe tended a fire in all afternoon; now oysters, wine, and a quieter flame in the living roomترجمہ English0043951
𝚋.@thethrillkey·21 Şubthe first green is a quiet rearranging of my interior weatherترجمہ English00112971