cosmic inadequacy: 9.02

Friday, April 17, 2015

she rested her head amongst the clouds

and carelessly watched moments fleet by

(hello, blood bath of breaking out)

n, twenty-two

tw/ig/vsco

“I mean you ask me
not to fall in love with you
and then you go write poems
with your tongue
and draw constellations
in my freckles.”

(Clementine von Radics)

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