like pulling teeth: 18. →
kissingtherivermouth: I eat fruit in the hopes that it will blossom in me. My mother used to tell me “Don’t eat the seeds, they’ll grow watermelons in your stomach,” and I’d save them for last, swallow them like medicine or communion and wait to be overgrown and wild, to wake up with vines resting gently…
i—am—a—writer: Embed me into your skin- let me be the tattoo etched on your arm & I promise- I’ll purse our memories between your skin cells & not even the rain- will have enough strength to wash me (/our memories) away from you- not even if it tried it’s hardest. (I’ll always be there. Always. Forever & ever, remember?)
Hello, SONICers! This is our new website class. HAHAHA :D
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