Im kinda excited to get my journal back. There might be cute little messages waiting for me in there. Not hoping so much though.
Pupils the size of the moon As dark as this black hole sucking every memory of us into a box filled with hysterics, drawn portraits of sea monsters, nonsense scribbles, pterodactyl feelings Wanderlust is what we are Black coffee, feeling mighty old Mixed with cream and sugar to make us more juvenile Burrowed face into majestic manes Uneven breaths, heavy heart, warm hands Sighing keep them...
The first time we said, “Hello,” it felt as though pterodactyls were flapping...– Rudy Francisco, The First Time We Said Hello (via skeletales)