Sugar Milk

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Writer. Researcher. Observer. Aspiring minimalist. Photographer. Music collector. Social Drinker. Sex enthusiast. Urban. Queer. Accepting. Public Transportation.
Spring and Autumn Memoir
i don’t know if it’s the walking
or if it’s the laughing 
or the dining and 
literally breaking bread 
while sitting Indian style on the floor…
I don’t know if it’s long drawl of “chile”
or if it’s the magic in her headdress
but something about spending time [with  etceterauniverse]
creates the most orchestral of sounds
and life becomes the dope at
fucking 
mixtape.

:qws:

i don’t know if it’s the walking
or if it’s the laughing
or the dining and
literally breaking bread
while sitting Indian style on the floor…
I don’t know if it’s long drawl of “chile”
or if it’s the magic in her headdress
but something about spending time [with etceterauniverse]
creates the most orchestral of sounds
and life becomes the dope at
fucking
mixtape.

:qws: