a dating app for bookshops and live band lovers

the strange things that happen to us on the way to ourselves

I’m great if I don’t think about it

opening your heart to someone is an act of true bravery

Love yourself. Even harder when you're a damn mess.

Listen to birds. At least their noise makes sense.

Fuck it. Let’s get lost in the stars.

let’s skip the polite conversation and dive into the paradox

my body, mind, and soul being made love to all night would fix me

the world is ending kiss me senseless

sometimes I feel like being good is not that good

feeling safe with someone is so huge and so rare

Another Sunday night with the sky

the tender state of hurt and love kissing

yours is a hot word to say to the right person

I promise you this, I won’t be careless with my heart again

My prized possession

why would you break what makes you feel warm and alive inside

The worst part of this rainy weather is it gives the moon cloud cover while it hunts you.

it is possible to be sad and still have a good time

I sit with the sky and the sadness disappears, even if it's just for a second

nothing is as beautiful as the feeling of being loved nothing

love is when you tell them that you got home safe

Breathing is the long game.

whatever, I’m still going to be honey and fire

hold me and don’t say a word

The world isn’t changed by the agreeable. Be difficult. Be human.

not a forehead kiss but a bite

I don’t want gentle tonight

Not now. I’m just here to love.

let’s compare recipes for disaster

it’s Friday night let’s be loving and wild

Being flawed is a human condition.

Love is another order of nested separation.

You're terrible for my mental health..swooning.

I follow a code of remorse. If I apologize I mean it.

I just want to be a bad girl but still be good

I feel ridiculously happy when my plants grow new leaves

hip bones. that is all.

that first smell of jasmine and orange blossom in spring is how I think of Eden

Moments of promise...

flowers are softer at night bathed in moonlight rebellious as hell but softer

I only howl beneath your moon.

The wishes out the window, the want rooted to the earth.

My painting PRAIRIE STORM

David Hockney, A Bigger Splash, 1967.

happy sundress season everyone ☀️

I don’t care about winning or having things or being right. I just want people to be decent, and careful with hearts and lives

Finding reasons to smile