the-fiercest-fables: I fall in love too much. I fall in love with the sound of rain, the ink stains on my mother’s fingers, the uncertainty in a stranger’s walk, the patches of freckled skin on your shoulder blades, my chapped lips, the smell of coffee, the asylum in your eyes, moleskin, collarbones, the sea and hearts wrapped in piano strings. I fall in love.
clavicola: I’d like to write a poem about silence but already there is too much noise.
Why do we cut potatoes to make french fries
Why don’t we just deep fry a whole potato and eat it. Its like a giant french fry More laughs here