tropicoftaurus:
flash at dawn, flesh at night
this house
there I was: just a so-and-so walking in the sea
The tallest of men follows me in the morning
the smell of fresh fish was somehow golden
it was quite windy that first night by the bay…
“…she ran the underground armadillo-fighting scene. She was the Queen man! She was the King and the Queen of lepers…”
summer-lic-ious:
This kitten just wants a hug!
