@rootsewn / trash. why is it all trash.
▓ ♛ // it’s odd, jumping back into things. & yet somehow, some way it seems like time hasn’t passed at all - while having sped by a thousand miles a minute while authors weren’t even looking. pause, palm halfway in long worn sweater sleeves,- & eyes over expression. bare feet & long legs. nails painted blue. a flicker, green over chocolate in eyes. stir in souls, double set of hearts beat opposite to another. whine, quiet. back of throat. “ could come back to bed y’know --- it’s much more interesting .... “
















