#bergamotte #summer #sun
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...
summer has arrived again in the da…
drunk whilst listening to music, i… im way too young, not mature enoug… just some more, 'till i become swe…
don’t you know the bliss of fresh…
the sky finally melts into a bashf… to slide down the horizon. i imagine sugar grains for stars a…
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
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. ...
hold my fingers into the mellow su…
his voice flows soft, like warm ho… hugging me snug from behind on a c…
puddle of strawberry slushy fell d…
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...
pomegranate; red juicy jewels embe…
the cool summer breeze strokes my…
warm egg yolks for the middle, and…
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...