Stories & Pictures Of A Gypsy

I am the small and the brave.

I don’t think so.

I’m about the same.

Just a few more details left to complete, and my secret-ish project will be ready for the public!

Yesterday I ate pancakes for the first time in years.

We dressed the same tonight. Coincidence. You have no idea how many times this happens.

Importances

MY EP IS NOW OUT! VISIT THE LINK BELOW TO LISTEN AND BUY ALL 5 TRACKS!

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All bets are now off.

I forgot what it was like to look at someone and feel love as quick as lightning before it’s even declared outloud. To wear the smell of them on your skin in the morning because you held one another so closely through the night. To know you can be quiet in their presence because they somehow know without reason the unspoken words bubbling up and over in your mind. To not get enough of their being or physical body even in the most honest, longest, wettest, kiss, or softest touch, or strongest grasp with arms or hands, and having all of it drive you utterly mad with wonder. 

I forgot what all of that was like. It’s phenomenal. 

Thank you. Safe travels to Salt Lake City.

Dead moths in the morning at Osage.