To love is to water one another.
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To love is to water one another.

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@wisesuggestion TYSM! That means so much to hear. 💚
you love so deeply and widely; make sure that love includes you, you, you.
I formed an incredible friendship with one of my flatmates this/last month. it began with a conversation in the kitchen; he walked in and, though he normally wouldn’t stay for more than a few minutes, saw me eating and announced out of the blue that he was “attached” to someone. five minutes turned into half an hour of communicating our feelings about relationships. we opened up to each other about keeping journals, and on the Sunday of that week, went to Waterstones’ Café and compared journals. his was very neat, decorated with little stickers (which he kindly gave to me), whereas mine was messier, the handwriting more expressive. I explained that the place I could be most honest was in my diary. there is something so nice about being listened to, especially as someone who always listens to everyone else. last Friday, we spoke in my room for a couple of hours, and he gave me a book of his that he thought I would appreciate more. he also left me one of the bananas he had just purchased, as he mistakenly took one of mine. our other flatmates have been commenting on our new friendship and are keen to see us become even closer. I can’t express how nice it is to find someone whose heart and intentions are pure, especially as someone who has unknowingly entered some toxic friendships. slowly, we’re conquering our emotions.
And so, I will return to myself,
where I both begin and end.
I am made of the earth
and she grows from me:
my sleeping child,
anticipating the first touch
of freedom.
Excerpt from my poem, ‘The Pragmatics of Human Communication’ - L.K.F

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ya girl is SOARING. I got a 2:1 and two 1sts in my January assignments at uni!! 😭🙏
Watch the water drip from my mouth to yours. Can you make it light? Skin scorched by your light. And in between the vacuity of your air and mine is the taste of everything I never said. The dream space feels distant, but it scales and scars you. Earth, a horse-drawn chariot. Time, the skeletal rider who decays in the fire. You and I, the spectators who watch through the smog. You and I, disintegrating light.
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I made a new ig for my poetry! I haven’t posted there yet but it’s @bigirlofcolour if you’re interested 🙆🏽♀️