in the rain-
darkness, the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you
the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles
your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss
and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then
your dancesong
soul. rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i
think
of you
--e.e. cummings
featherinmycap:
am I cool yet??????????????????
Since you’re not reading Fight Club, the answer is no.
@ Devon
I miss you, too~! Let’s watch it soooooon, and omg you still have to drive me around whwhooo!
<3!
