June 29, 2015
June 18, 2015
June 06, 2015
Not the lungs
The day they bring the dust is the day we leave the laundry in the basement. Suffocating, but only slightly. Mostly, it's just another summer heartbeat.
Summer 2014
June 03, 2015
Obligatory afternoon stroll
We tell each other Oh, I wish I lived here!, again and again, until we lose ourselves in front of another screen, feeling like sisters. / Holes in ears and swollen questions.
August 2014
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