Confes

confes

if i was a poem i wouldn’t be me
a poem shouldn’t be an apology
there was that time in the morning when we had croissant and green tea
idk
we are a part of the nature we seek to understand
i'm eternally sorry for what i am to you
not brave and strong or something
a laugh and then the heart is laughing
when i’m getting drunk i’m not going to talk to anyone because love
whole things, and whole being because love
skein
lov answered in bold you know