Poetic ASMR by Adèle Elysée. Designed to hypnotize. Ready? Let’s Go!! Support this podcast: https://
You worry you don’t have a language With your whole body of Passion. --- Support this podca
Easy Rest. Lucky. Fortunate fortune. I PASSED THE TEST. With crooked candles in messy mirrors with d
Prognosis: she’s a goddamn liar. And a proficient one at that. Look, son, It’s all in the squint, LO
She floats. Even at the restaurant where she works nights and some days everyone else is greased lik
I am a sad sad bluebird; she is fashion. A visionary beauty-unit. She also writes words. But they do
When people say, “So tell me about yourself?” --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotif
I didn’t lose it until she left. I keep photos of the people I’ve loved to see if there’s a pattern.
I’m in class now. I stare down at the bones in my hands. I think forty pounds are now gone. I’ve bee
Run to me, run me to the part where you become my lover and friend—-I will promise you with the prec
The baby’s hands are wrapped around My finger. Does she know how safe I am— now? Now that she’s h
Listen here, mad girl. Don’t you live where the walls Watch you never eyes shut All is open doorw
Love wrapped me up in a faceless sculpture of fraud. Fraudulent faces asked me what I wanted if it a
Give me a heart attack, call it a birthday. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify
Keep me out of the light. Keep me out of the light. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters
So yes, I am willing to forget about the ocean if it means I get to remember you. --- Support th
You looked really pretty today. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/sho
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Here’s a singsong if mine. Will probably cut this into pieces for use as intros to the podcast in th
On this particular day the said girl wore a ribbon in her hair to work and I remember complimenting
To clarify, this set of letters that I call “The Shopgirl’s Journals” are written to this girl I was