Her pubes was a field of wheat after the harvest, a field neatly furrowed; it was a nest, a pomegranate, an arrowhead, a rune. It was a shadow. It was moss on a smooth white stone. There was an orchid within the moss. There was a drop of dew upon the orchid.
What the fuck is this.
This is the kind of shit I find in my blog when I go back far enough……
HEY ALISSA READ DIS
HEY ALISA LOL SAW U REBLOG AMERICAN HOROR STORY STUFF I TOL U U GONNA LIEK THAT SHOW I CALL THAT SHIT GO ME
(I don’t know.)
Coolest person in the world right here.
EDIT: left my tumblr logged in to her computer. but it IS true.
