ashleyandrewsLet’s pick flowers by other names. Bring them inside. Press them between beautiful words of our favorite strangers. Then, once the final breath of life has left them, and they're fully crisp, let’s make art.
im choking on invisible words that would rather slither through my veins dragging out past bits of pain past bits of stollen pleasure than flint across that part of my brain that could reach out and m
i was born with an abnormally small skull a Chiari malformation usually undetected until later in life when something else calls for an MRI one of the sides effects is a ringing in my right ear that m