#cookies #summer #sweet
picking strawberries in the mornin… under the sun. they blushed deep w…
spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i wo...
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
the sky finally melts into a bashf… to slide down the horizon. i imagine sugar grains for stars a…
from where i lie i see the skies so clear that i see the crocodile float laz… a stork lands on the surface, it flies away with a guppy in its…
i munch my butterscotch ice cream, occasionally chewing the little gummy titbits of caramel toffee that sometimes get stuck in your third molars. the spoonful of chilled treat melts int...
let’s meet again... under that ble…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
your voice slid through my headphones like juicy oranges squeezed in my ears. sticky tangy fruit liquor dripping down my neck. as the wind rises your whiff finds its way under my nose. ...
drunk whilst listening to music, i… im way too young, not mature enoug… just some more, 'till i become swe…
i sit my arse on the kitchen table, munching on the warm and buttery croissant with a mug of hot espresso on the side. and sigh watching the patissier laminate the flat, white dough wit...
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
bloody red skies of passion bloome…
her scent gushes of fresh strawber…
i picked the burning tuscan sun sitting in warm mutton soup with my chopsticks. and placed it in my mouth. the soft yolk spilt sweetly on my tongue. flooding me insides in yellow mellow...