July 2012
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Im kinda excited to get my journal back. There might be cute little messages waiting for me in there. Not hoping so much though.
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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)
