The creative adult is the child who survived.

weed isn’t even a drug to me she’s like a sister

In my imagination, we are dancing in the kitchen after midnight while cooking a late-night snack with giggles and kisses.

The romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them like you’re thanking their body for existing, for choosing to be seen by you.

It’s kinda cool how someone can just pop into your life all of a sudden and become so important to you within such a small amount of time. I think that’s what makes life so interesting though. There’s always a reason to be hopeful for the future because you never know what good things will come your way next.

Being gentle with her because I know she never deserved her past, and she genuinely deserves pure, nontoxic, sweet & kind love.

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