astudyinimagination

Mona’s sitting there on the bus, right       + it’s like             ok, what are you smiling at, like, why’s your Monday morning lookin so much better than mine, girl?    + she’s all like: I’ve been walking through this river for a month and all I can see is the milky way above me, through the trees’ leaves and their trunks, even the river has slow warm galaxies and black holes and pulsars swirling around my calves like I’m here. When I dip my fingers in I get dawn all over them like the light already spidering up my ankles and my calves are glowing, and my femurs have started now too. I can fee