I am so ready to read the rest of Rupi Kaur’s new poems. This one already means the world to me.
My rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends
And all my black peaches are ruined
My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams
And I fall to pieces
I fall to pieces when I’m with you
Lana del rey ~peaches
This succulent is getting so big and it makes me happy!
hands down the best photo I have ever taken of my cat