#angelsonly

melancholic in a blue way. the way the sky is blue when you wake up in june. july too. like a balloon tied to my wrist so i don’t lose it at the fair. red tents and popcorn buckets, i can smell the cinnamon.

comfortably crawl into my bed every night, softly curling up into a shell shape muscle with a heart that beats in my own ear drum. can you hear it too?

lucky 2 be here, lucky 2 be alive - beside you. thank you for every breath i take in this city and the next.

i want to bring her out, bring her to life again

many phases of life, hopefully this one is a phase of love and more moons.

the time is 8:88 pm and i’m thinking of… can you guess..?

doesn’t matter how many curls i have - the moon will love me regardless.

in another life, i’ll still choose the moon