and yet we’re still forgiven

see what we have asked of this land: juicing zea jabbing through chapped flats see what we have asked of her soldiers: contentment, submerged alone in nuggets of petrified human safetyglass shower of obliterated abstracts; white like love, but no shards large enough to […]

eighth, ninth in the wake of presence consumed by tens of confrontations egalitry too slick for gallantry on the balcony the brow

petroliciousco: Simple Sunday • 📷: @misscourtneymae • #DriveTastefully http://ift.tt/2cTVb8A

we promised into a sky full of stars and when it became black we forgot everything we loved into a calm ocean and when it became rough we felt empty we kissed into the sunlight and when the clouds came we couldn’t taste a […]