Welcome to my blog
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice.
All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed into were preparing you for me.
I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth.
Was it a long journey?
Did it take you long to find me?
You’re here now,
- Warsan Shire
and now it all makes sense
if trees could talk i’d probably get emotionally attached to them