hi, Kaleidoscope,
nice running into you here
behind my shut eyes
🌍 Social Worker🎙️Queer Musician 🌘Trauma Survivor 🧠 ADHD
6 countries, 4 languages, 1 purple ink writer
Here to connect, adventure, dream, and to love Mother Earth and the creatures that glow in the dark
How does it work?
Such a small moment, but it lingers like a breath on cold air.
Omggg, so true, that's what happens to me sometimes. Loved this!
That is a great concept and thought, it happens to me sometimes
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cocoa lava sip, my salamander sizzling wiggling through the sting.
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Comments (3)
Such a small moment, but it lingers like a breath on cold air.
Omggg, so true, that's what happens to me sometimes. Loved this!
That is a great concept and thought, it happens to me sometimes