soft magic.

by Upile Chisala

the trouble is, some of us are terribly tender and god-awful at picking lovers! and it can feel like we want love more than it wants us.

what a beautiful creature you are! what a beautiful creature you’ve always been !

and today, your bones gathered your skin and said “Come on, let’s do it again”

darling, my blush alone my blush! my blush in itself is a hundred poems. imagine how much my body would write if you loved me.

kiss me all ways. kiss me always.

current hobbies: 1. Loving the wrong men rightly. 2. Loving the right men wrongly.

I know depression kicks you hard sometimes, keep rising up from it, you surviving thing you you thriving thing you.