into the hobbit hole— bees in the trees, pool selfies, birthday shenanigans, lady moss, nikki’s too sexy, paint & puppets, tobias takes pretty photos, hamilton goofs, soph and I wanna dance and louis needs to come back, oh and chef lukas!
it’s like the feeling of lavender rubbed between your forefinger and thumb, stick’n poking you till you’re numb and swollen and content, stillness. — restless twenty something year olds tying knots in their carpet, their leaves dressed like cigarettes. ((new chapbook sooonnnn!))
