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07/11/25 - nokia angel opening for smokedope2016

“ if we were stars in the night sky, i would wink at you and blink at you, and twinkle at you, and the earthlings would call it science “ - whoriyat

your words are poetic and soft, pillows which soften my heavy heart at the end of a long day. they are so pretty my eyes blur and i can’t help but cover my mouth with a hand, the breath that escapes me is the fear you don’t feel the same. best friend turned more. you’re truly one of a kind, my worm.

i dream of your hair - it’s dark, unruly and the curls beckon me. running warm water, my fingers massaging small circles on your scalp, plaiting and weaving it neatly afterwards. still dark, still a little unruly and the curls still call to me.

i yearn for my fingers and thumbs to graze the stubble that creeps up in the middle of the night. my fingers can find the smooth yet sharp edge of your jaw and my thumbs graze the place where your happiness creates two identical dips beside a smile. then there’s your eyes.