Banananaghrams.

tuba & running & polevault & dance & house & citris & boys & coldniights & camping & cuddling & pictures & writing & nightlights & teddybears & music & orangesoda & icecream & longwords & longphonecalls & fantasies & summer & africa & hugs. being unpredictable, rebecca. :)

Sometimes,
I wake up
at four in the morning
and taste smoke
in the back of my throat.

I swear to god,
you’re still burning
somewhere inside me.