borrowed words from vintage postcards
Category: the way we dance
rotten peaches
so many dreams and not one troubles your sleep
misty freak
still i exhale
apricots
jeez, my heart does
barren and crooked
good talk, good talk
call me Cure
in full vibrance
some big mess
a hopeful minute
scared hands
the time it takes
dance with the world
i hear it in your voice
running
sleeves pulled and shoulders down
