the monosyllable of the clock is
loss
loss
loss
loss
loss
unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
i have my head in the clouds, looking forward to a beautiful day that will come without warning.
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i love... cuddles. kisses. dark chocolate. shoes. avocados. rain. eyes. pearls. chai. tea candles. music. hands. travel. fog. oranges. paper cranes. red toenail polish. creme brulée. cafés. silk scarves. reclaimed. cats. bialetti. strawberry jam. thunderstorms. portland. rocking chairs. yerba maté. gentle breeze. flouncy skirts. eclectic. orange juice. hydrangeas. nutella. typography. kittens. rosé wine. silence. down comforters. authenticity. bow ties. perfect pair of jeans. scent of freshly mowed grass. red hair. artists. my harps. thumb rings. fonts. abstract photographs. homemaking. holding hands. wood floors. sound of frogs singing at night. tea. lucy pants. pretty underclothes. clouds. foot rubs. smoothies. street musicians. dots. red. frothed milk. cologne and perfume. airports. quilts. acoustic. journaling. vintage. banana bread. hot tea. whispering. saturday mornings. lemons.
