Nightmares Of The Bottom | Ah dang, those hella late tumblr posts hah
Your laugh is like an aquarium spilling from your stomach. I imagine if I were to tour your anatomy I would learn how you hold the air in your chest like coastline against ocean. The scent of shoreline bending like water in your bones when you breathe.
The blood from three generations, torn apart by coups, revolution, drought,...– White Rice: Searching for Identity by Juliana Pegues/Pei Lu Fung