no template for this lovei think we’re painting our own picture of love, using the only colours we know. an eclectic world drawn from multiple palettes. we take...
anything i love i devouranything i love i devour - men, butter mochi, prestige TV. i stay up far too late consuming all of the above. like a flame burning...
turbulencethis yawning, cavernous sadness shape-shifts like a house of spirits shrinking with a state of flow deep breaths absurdist comedy gamelan...
the voyeur (an imagined future)instagram must know we used to be lovers, because your stories are still the first i see. you hardly posted while we dated, so the...
how i know you loved meyou insisted on celebrating my birthday with me two weeks into dating you called right after that shooting to make sure i had someone to...