November seems odd, you're my firing squad

[schaufemweg]

i wake in my love's gray sweatshirt with winter streaming in through the window. her scent as i pull the warmth of its hood down over my face floods me with all possible delight, but it's falling back asleep that was never such a delicious stretch.

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oh heavens

[pegleglolita]

This is proof that all people carrying newly-minted infatuation in their pockets must be given all the rights, priveleges and tender affection that we give to the hopeless mentally ill. Seriously, your giddiness is infectious. What color is your love today? And what shape is the negative space around it?