LiaIs

What are we now, getting deviant spam mass messages? This is fuckin ridiculous

~hotroads&land of the midnight sun~9 in the afternoon~eyes of the size of the moon~ It was the cheap sweet smell of cardigans that took me back. When I was 11, I got this really weird disease that wouldn't go away. What Leo did was go to Mexico and get this fat lady doctor that did some mumbo jumbo and fixed me right up. I was crazy about him because he belived in miracles

Crayon sketch of my daily routine in colors. Pinkish drop of tea with yellow watermelon late in the morning. Gray sneakers, red sweater, grayer thoughts in the heavy autumn rain (when did it become autumn?). Lazy green in my friends' smiles, brown and blue looks, uncolored people all over the city, running into each other unable to feel the white or black around them. I turn left and bump into the sick purple of the cold afternoon while trying to get home to the orange lazy fire and cuddle in the nameless color of the heart of a stranger. Friends&watchers: ~Free-pal (https://www.deviantart.com/free-pal):iconcarfan3k::iconLaNoviaLair::iconmyndfull::iconcheckmatelife::icone