#exchristian
A professional chef, a journalist, a cabaret dancer in 1940’s France, dead, a star far from earth, a bird, one of Saturn’s rings, a Fleetwood mac song, pretty, My mom before she had me, my father when he’s finally six feet in the ground, 6 years old again, the color turquoise, that ugly green ring you get on your finger when you wear fake metal, On the cover of a ******* The sword that kills the king, The ash leftover from the cathedral that bandits burned down, free, lemongrass and morning dew, yearning for something more, content at where i’m at, Old.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:27 PM UTC
I shoplifted my first cross necklace, Theres something so poetic about doing a bad thing for a good cause. In a similar manner i found religion in your busted lips. And if i found my religion once, i don’t need to find it again.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC