7:11
I woke up too late with a migraine and too much to do. Now in bed i can't get myself to buckle down and get work done.
I'm going to eat a donut and draw one of my cats...then homework and productivity will come.
untitled ix
day-breaking:
rumpled sheets and the
slowly wakening city. a cigarette
idle on the ashtray. i think about
how the crook of your arm would feel
on the skin of my neck, if my lips
could meet that spot just beneath
the shell of your ear.
i have understood desire
and its many colors, and i know
that this kind is rare.
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