"noise", "joy", or "music"

The secret:

If I ever get buried and the bugs are eating me, I expect that when they reach my stomach, they will meet resistance. The butterflies I grew when we first spoke will still defend their home. I imagine the worms baffled, outnumbered by wings made of memory.

solange x kelela morning

50 days until New Year's Day.

virgo moon ruled by a retrograde detrimental mercury...no.

the craziest part is they could be meaner