la petite mort

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Lazy kiss me on the couch with a movie in the background. We keep laughing during, and our teeth knock, but we keep kissing anyway. We’ve got all the time in the world

I like Hozier’s songs because they’re a lot like me: politically-charged, God-challenging, apocalyptic and horny

no field is the same; no rain falls even; do not judge your crop by the height of your stalks or the blights or the blooms– measure instead by days spent bent over soil, the words you whispered when you could not weed, apologising and encouraging your sprouts to spring nonetheless– the time you spent in sunlight, arms open as plant leaves unfurled, and the smile on your face, the satisfaction of toil; look not to the harvest, but how hard you’ve worked to grow.