• Hannah Flowers

i yearn solely for the softness of your lips against my forehead in the quiet of the night the drumming of your heart with my cheek pressed against your chest the silent intimacy ringing at a frequency only we can hear the absent-minded tapping of your thumb on the back of my hand to the beat of the song that’s been stuck in your head the calm breathing in the middle of your dream while i still drift off to sleep the cheap hotel room and the sound of the sink running while you brush your teeth the large amount of love packed in-between the littlest things

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what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

candles / spores

you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh