“Guilt cuts into your right knee, nothing changed. Give a name for it, how you held the sun in your mouth patiently. Every light you’ve known blurs like fevered relief. A sky with edges all the time. & the rain spilled out.” — Ana Carrizo, “Give a Name for It”
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☽☆Ƭσ нανє α яαιηвσω уσυ мυѕт fιяѕт нανє яαιη☆☾
I want pretty: Lunes de cosas bonitas/ Random pretty stuff!