thing i wrote dedicated to all you lovely starpeople:
((( infinityit’s the feeling of clocks and fingers clicking and pretty girls with bright eyes of the solstice, just like the boys from your hometown, time is running out but there’s no urgency, you’re radiant, you’re alive, it’s a stream and you’re the trout on it, skimming the surface, a dozen dazzling colours in an emission of drowsy divinity. you feel the pebbles, smooth like carved midnight, on your bare feet, water up to your ankles, cold like oxygen, your lungs aren’t refrigerators, your lungs are storage rooms, filling up with enough love to grab the titanic’s corpse and help her relive, to save ophelia and maybe date her too
it rains the most on sundays.i've never had a dream quite like this, i was
even stars die somedayyou counted the days
read these miracles.