jessedge

A girl should be Kissed a little too hard with a hand held around their throat a little too tight And grasped As if panicked She'll expire by morning And slip away like sand If you can't learn her Quickly enough

Opuss № I

When I die, lay my body under a flower bed, so that I may be buried by the bees.

Opuss № I

I like when movement ebbs and flows like the waves... Slow, gradual, soft and sweet and then intensifies until it crumbles and comes crashing down to melt together.

Salt. • Opuss № I