Fever Kisses

This has been a lovely gray Sunday. Despite the rain, and the gloom, my heart is warm and full :)

I got to spend, not one, but TWO movie date nights with my Yeti already.

(By the way, Thor is great, Priest is gory, but great.)

I also got a shopping/movie/pizza day with my sweet sister in law :)

I don't have much to blog about, so I'll just leave you with some writing I've done recently and some outfit pics:

Basically everything above was from target. Target cowl, dress, cardigan, necklace, tights. Antic Shoes.

My Papa, he swore he could track daddy long legs by their scent. "Just like vinegar." He'd say. Daddy long legs are the most poisonous spiders on the whole Earth, but they were made without fangs to inject it. I can see it in his eyes sometimes. Like when I pierced my belly button with a sewing needle or stayed out too late with a boy. I saw the most poisonous venom on Earth behind his eyelashes but he just shook his head and walked away, perfuming the air with disappointment, and the slight scent of vinegar.

She kissed his fever on the throat- the mouth, hips, the tympanic membrane. She kissed his fever into the bright orange light of early morning. She kissed in slow, small circles, like chain links, with the fresh wet cold of night grass. She left out the window in an afternoon storm.

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