behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...
It’s always raining, here or inside me, I wake up to it when I sleepwalk, feet bare and shivering, arms marked in goose flesh and
By saintoftoothaches https://saintoftoothaches.tumblr.com/post/1594793...
I’m interested in the concept of legacies and history at the moment, especially in regards to childhood. What our parents and our grandparents pass down to us. My nan taught me how to knit when I was...
behind the battered white of your eyelids, hanging light & droopy as wings, soft-snow & the bouquet of embracing oleanders in the back of the old truck. your sick heart thrums within the burning silk ...
It’s always raining, here or inside me, I wake up to it when I sleepwalk, feet bare and shivering, arms marked in goose flesh and
By saintoftoothaches https://saintoftoothaches.tumblr.com/post/1594793...
I’m interested in the concept of legacies and history at the moment, especially in regards to childhood. What our parents and our grandparents pass down to us. My nan taught me how to knit when I was...