(no subject)
egg on yer face
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~halving cherries into a bowl of yoghurt and watching the juice raspberry ripple into the white
~dreaming of old places and old faces as sleep becomes a space where only the past exists
~seeking out sleep lines on the parts of my body i press so hard on to in bed they look like a map i will never be able to fathom (oh, how our minds tease us)