𝘙 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
@soUltraviolet
show me to the sky and I’ll kiss it
the sun melted My heart It poured into the sea the ocean swept it away the moon gave it back to me
We’re often drawn to a writer not for their conclusions, but because we recognize what they wrestled with.
I don’t care about money or status. I care about how much you’ve suffered and how you refused to let the wickedness rub off on you.
it’s comforting to walk on this path I choose for what is uniquely mine is something I can’t lose
I was born in a July storm and never dried off If I love you, it’s with wet feet and lightning in my heart
i’m addicted to bad posture like fuck why is it so comfortable to sit like a cooked shrimp
and the stars wrote our last goodbye but I still trace my finger across the sky
sometimes i fold the day in half, tuck it under my pillow, and dream something softer into it.