You shuddering with the deepest sighs, the kinds that string the seconds within minutes,
snuggled within time itself
into this wisp of infinity.
I can feel my own soul cracking, mirroring yours with blurry eyes as your lips say "my very smile is a fissure of weakness."
Hey you! Oh yes, you lovely soul. Today, in ceramics class I made a cookie jar! Eeeeek. Honestly, Mayday's Terrible Things is breaking my heart in five different ways. TIME FOR DAN + SHAY THEN. Night sweets! xo