the perks of being a wallflower
“so, this is my life. and I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”
12 things happy people do differently. →
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek You could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon. Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbour to...