moths to a flame.

let me nestle in the space under your collarbones

love at 20.

Please, just be honest

crying again over mutilated children (living in the USA)

warm breath like smoke in the night sky

on nights like this.

overcoming the war that sometimes lives in our bones

heartbroken for gaza at naptime.

doing what she always does.

don't wanna miss a thing.

please, don't.