Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

usa    scorpio baby

forest city, nc    17 · north carolina · poet

27/F/England    Sunshine spills from her lips, every time she smiles

I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.