Scramblings of a mad, tired lover tormented by the fragility of love. I’m not looking for the second part of the equation. I’m looking for my fucking answer.
Used this as a caption for another poem I wrote on Instagram and fell in love with the context. A passion so intense and rough, it could write I love you in the sand. And who doesn’t love sex on the b...
Before I came out as a Lesbian to my family, I dated two men in my life and I never felt truly satisfied. I’m salivating at the mouth even just thinking about that hunger. That need to feel something....
even pretty flowers stargaze.
i think about the women who are always dreaming, wanting, yearning. i think it’s in nature that we will always have this longing. to be consumed by the sky. to have the ...