She spent most of the day sleeping in my shirt pocket
Rachel in the morning
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
How clear she shines
There's you pushing me in a swing while I watched the stars.
I don't want to wear your skin, but I will if I catch you!
Sing me songs of nights to come
Your dreams in a little box in the closet
"My God," she said, "I'm beautiful."
What's her name again?
Love is a firebrand
I want the air through my hair as I swing to the clouds.
The Screwtape Letters
Recipe for a Girlcrush
The end is always the same: two adjacent beach chairs, two hands holding each other.
April 14, 2015
She walked into the room
Underneath the smoke in the room
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