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draconian

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she was drugs, sex, and everything else

Right now, I’m very inspired by Neva Hosking - an artist I discovered through Instagram - so I tried to recreate one of her artworks and put it on the back of my phone. Can’t afford any of her prints or shirts so I made my own. I just really love the way she draw.

I think about kissing you when I’m curled up in bed, when the heavy dark of night presses down upon me. I touch you in my mind. I press my mouth to yours and I touch you. I lace together our fingers. I think about kissing you slowly. I think about savoring the taste of you. I want to breathe you in. I want to close my eyes while feeling you against me. Do you know how much you linger on my skin? I imagine how you’d feel in my arms during the moments I share with only myself. It has always been you: your lips, your hands, your breath upon my face. I want to find out how warm you are under a blanket. I need you to trace my skin lightly with your fingers. If you were mine I would press my lips to the hollow of your throat. We fit together, you and I, but only when I close my eyes.

It was all dust to me. It kept taking over the oxygen I was trying to breathe in. It was darkness in the creases of my veins and it made it harder to see an end. Please know that I was tired of it all. I never thought I’d be able to scrape it all out of my rib cage, but it’s easier to fall asleep at night now. Smiles come easier and sometimes when Im waking up in the morning it’s to an open window. Know that I used to keep it locked shut. Know that I’m singing in the shower again. Sometimes I don’t know the words to all the songs, but I’m humming a tune without you in it.

your toxins are leaving me (via loveserum)