#they're both artists (musician x painter) so they get along in a weird way and kash's high maintenance meets emery's need to please

[astravires]

The hum of your lungs is my favorite thing And the air you shove out Into my mouth... I'm tracing the lines on your handsome face The scars on your arms, ...the shape of your veins We are not alone We are not mistakes Don't whisper now We're allowed to be loud

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so today (technically yesterday) was my last day at the job i've had for around eight years (sort of, i moved internally five years ago but that's neither here nor there)...and it's left me with a sort of bittersweet grief.

taking pictures of emery always makes things feel like they're going to be alright.