experimental hermit crabs
I’d love to share a juicy mango with someone ,
Then kiss passionately afterwards
I would have kissed you on the road to the castle
Rain soaked
Old bricks
Sea foam with moon lit memories
Drifted breeze only to have woken up
Life keeps reminding me that we could die at any time, and death doesn’t have to look ugly
Despite what it looks like on the outside, there is no cracks in the foundation, we all must keep loving and find new ways to love , the ground won’t cave in and will keep producing gardens