inkflowsnetwork:

“august showers dew the foliage of sunburnt locust and myriad leafy nets of clover, of delicate hibiscus and chicory blooming in shade over ancient roots of poplar, dusk become fragrant. in imitation, i dew kisses across the arms of my lover, pulling her to my chest, a dance unspun for centuries now resurrected in the twinning of our bodies, alight under the sunfall with sweet fire. and with it my heart is in freefall; how delightful it is, to be alive and in love and feel as the rain slides off of your skin, taking with it the dust the past has stained all over your blissful yesteryears.”

—   autumn, i welcome thee
  august 20th, 2018  / /  lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)

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