🌊 KHADIJA, KAY, an old soul
00' liner / my land is sri lanka; home is in its countryside. you can stay here.

🍂 chrisey, in my heart, tucked there safely.
☁️ i will remember stray kids, bangtan, and you.

━━━ 🌼 your local writer lit in moonlight who fancies water bodies, bleeding sunsets, books and candles, museum of skies, language of earths, ancient epiphanies, and art and craft of humankind. here, feel at home.

once i wrote ❛we are a certain percentage human, but undoubtedly a universe folded up like an origami. we are more astronomical than any word in the world tells us. we are mankind❜ and i believe i will not shrink. so should you.

🌕 take care of yourself. you are necessary.
🐳 IG, iamnotsohkay
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HEARTOFASUN HEARTOFASUN 13 hours ago
thank you for 5k(ay) on'the craft of burying a poet' <3love you all, my sunlight. 
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