My inner introvert is screaming πππ
You were with me today at Tsunami Books in Eugene.
Got myself a little something the other day. π
β..the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees..β
β Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vanessa Bell c. June 1926
Skipito you fantastic bed hog you.
Your daily dose of cat memes
One year of joy and two of penance. I hear the birds return, and think of you listening to their call,
I hear those birds before I hear you
trusting it the sound of me, the secret and the truth of me laid bare
to sing for you alone. It was.
All those nights melted into one. All those mornings basking in your soft laughter
as you teased me, teased me, teased me, thinking Iβd die before I walked away.
And I did. Oh, how I died.
In the afterlife, a saint calls me a phoenix
and all I can think is, I was reborn in flames but I never sang again.