Lately I’ve been writing on the kitchen floor, cold tiles kissing my thighs, masking the heat of a city suffocating in the final weeks of summer.
“Even a healed broken heart remembers the pain of breaking.” Love this 💜
What a pleasure it is to live in the poetry of your words for a little while
thanks so much, jennae! xo
“Even a healed broken heart remembers the pain of breaking.” Love this 💜
What a pleasure it is to live in the poetry of your words for a little while
thanks so much, jennae! xo