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I see you, against the tomato suede of the couch. You are gathered, chest to thighs, belly down, bum in the air, neck at an improbable angle. And now, Joni Mitchell crooning, there is a heart in my phantom hands, … Continue reading
“I think all your feels are wonderful and part of the you that makes you bigger and keeps you from fitting tight in a box. Some people are more comfortable with boxes, and some people are more comfortable with things … Continue reading
it’s tuesday. my name is raya and i am alive even though my sister is dead. whoa.