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“I don’t know myself at all; an organism subordinate to itself.” – Self Portrait

“Speak in sighs, soft petals written beneath our skin, my darling—if you look at it the right way, all the world is a garden.”

Gravel Road Memory Sure this home was a home taken and now it’s a home taken again or taken over with blind ideals and shiny buildings— Tell me tell me…

She constantly finds herself staring into the dark grey sky as thunder rumbles in the distance, carefully holding her bleeding heart in the soft palms of her hands— the same…