Morgan
@pettycake.bsky.social
I'll see you in the sky above / In the tall grass / In the ones I love
Alexa, play The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns.
February 9, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Alexa, play The Smallest Church in Saint-Saëns.
Here’s a piece of something I’ve been working on.
I imagine sand and sea salt gemstone fingers
creeping toward our sleeping bodies
In a far gone summer
the sun that kisses every exposed part of us
In the way I used to kiss you
Feverishly
Recklessly
I imagine sand and sea salt gemstone fingers
creeping toward our sleeping bodies
In a far gone summer
the sun that kisses every exposed part of us
In the way I used to kiss you
Feverishly
Recklessly
January 27, 2025 at 2:13 AM
Here’s a piece of something I’ve been working on.
I imagine sand and sea salt gemstone fingers
creeping toward our sleeping bodies
In a far gone summer
the sun that kisses every exposed part of us
In the way I used to kiss you
Feverishly
Recklessly
I imagine sand and sea salt gemstone fingers
creeping toward our sleeping bodies
In a far gone summer
the sun that kisses every exposed part of us
In the way I used to kiss you
Feverishly
Recklessly
January 21, 2025 at 5:25 PM
Happy birthday, David Lynch. Across the world today, we closed our eyes, touched souls, and loved you as one. I think that’s pretty neat.
January 21, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Happy birthday, David Lynch. Across the world today, we closed our eyes, touched souls, and loved you as one. I think that’s pretty neat.
What a wild time to be alive and also a writer. This is gonna sting.
January 21, 2025 at 4:15 AM
What a wild time to be alive and also a writer. This is gonna sting.