Hold them steadfast and tight. Or else the nighttime fishermen will release their lines and hook the tiny shiny beautiful sprinkles of light, the pinprick lanterns that reflect off of your swampy pearls set deep in your freckled face. Inject your veins with hope and dreams of men with beards and wine coloured lipsticks and lace brasiers. turn the flame on and dip your fingers into the silekn waves of navy and teal and foamy green. let the sweaters wrap you warm and toasty and scrap that butter onto your golden waffles. enjoy yourself.
(Source: 13poop)
