betwixt

 

 

 

 

 

 (Mozart claims he does not know who chewed those leaves)

 

 

 

 

dream on repeat

 

 

 

 

 

I’m 16
I smell of Love’s Baby Soft
and everything is pink
and fresh and romantic
like a love letter

 

 

 

 

 

 

testing the waters

 

 

 

 

seems fitting
spring begins here
the origin of life

 

 

 

 

 

metaphor

 

 

 

I once suggested she have a good cry
she said “I’m afraid if I start
I’ll never be able to stop”

 

 

 

 

Hi

 

 

 

 

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.”
~ Joss Whedon