i’m not a girl
i’m a storm with skin
I have galaxies hidden between my bones and I will love you until the stars burn out.
She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time.
I shall not exist if you do not imagine me.
For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.
I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature. All of this is art to me.
You can tell how smart people are by what they laugh at.
You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.