salty breeze licking at the nape of a bare neckthe gentle crashing of waves upon the shorea night sky full of twinkling stars, so far awaya new night sky that is all different and all the same. long tanned legs laid out languorously against red cushionscovered in sand and oil and the stillness of theContinue reading “life’s a beach”
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small magic
I have been jumping from ledge to ledge for the past five years. Putting up with bad behaviour, letting people treat me however they wanted, as long is it meant I could survive. I wanted to desperately to leave where I came from, not because of my family, who has persevered and loved each otherContinue reading “small magic”
pretty words for wicked girls 