In courtyards of ketamine. β€οΈβπ₯ Love is a lighthouse The luxury of you April 22, 2022 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Like anything, you get better at it, you excel at it, you master it, you become it, and you move on with it
The executive livewire / The vomiting socialite // The vacant host /// The obeisant parasite //// The SOAKed wallet ///// The sacred swamp ////// The indifferent stare /////// The silent simmer //////// The crushing limelight //////// The placeless gathering /////// The scentless rose ////// The truant devotion ///// The imperishing luggage //// The timeless gift /// The endless gate // The interminable flight / The indolent haste πΌπππ‘πππ‘πππ ππ
All work. Is to create another one of *those* moments. But only part of melody. Is synchronization. As the rift branches. The gift blanches. And the coiled question is. Will there ever be a day. When the sound of what every. single. person., has to say, is possessed of such unintoxicated play, that the earth herself, kilns her clay, and glazes over like a star, who's spent forever, in fuchsia's *fiery* wait
The trick. Is to be in love. With every thing. And every one Even the tricks. Even the fiends. Even the shuns
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