A little glass of pomegranate juice for the antioxidants and the tingle on my tongue. A little smoke to bewitch my mind. Black light. Intense mode. Doodads like a crow.
Nobody would treat me this good. Nobody even knows my world except what I share on here. It's not lonely but I never stop longing. My nature is to yearn for inner exuberance. Laughing, flames to ashes. I burn too hot. Too much. Weird.
But I feel like the lady of the house. Armor off. Sipping. I want to be touched damnit 😂
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@ScreamingFox I have one of those,from my friend's funeral-and a pair of those same little stone owls. My clutter makes me happy as well,though not everyone gets it.
