I have been listing all the things you did not like. I moved my hands when I talked. I touched my tongue to your tears. And I bitbitbit your brave bottom lip.
she said I like it when you call me that. she said i saw you there, chewing on a mint leaf. you smiled, and i saw the gap between your teeth, and smelled all mint. it helps to know you.
Hello. Am doing a quick hush quick giveaway of this here blinkfish. It is a tiny thing and you can have it if you do something like a reblog or if you come and blush at the window. Someone will be eyesclosechose and I will write to them probably tomorrow so they can show me where to send it.
edit: will be sent to pencilswords. thank you for looking and reblogging.
I found your nightfish. It fell from your mouth or from your thighs or past that pink pink pip in the corner of your eyes.
I shall keep it until you come.
A great gloom has descended. It does happen, and I cannot open the curtains or remember how I named you. We breathe more slowly and we blink less often.
I suppose we may be marked with it. If you are born when things are hibernating (or aestivating, depends where you are in the world) and they tell you “oh oh little moonface, wednesday’s child is full of woe.” Then maybe there is woe in you. OR you find it get it keep it in a box. I do not know.