not trying to be a writer or poet or anything else just tyring to drink enough gin to sleep on the top bunk of a rickety bunk bed next to a tiny kraken with a tall roar
By: via qwertymonk
strong urge to create make music wrote dance and also to sit still meditate allow the elements to bless us and perfume consciousness with earth and heaven but there is no space seemingly and i can’t keep up with demand By: via qwertymonk
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