"Get up. Put your wings on. It’s about enjoyment. Find the snow. Run through. Hit a song on the head.
Drag it back to the house. Give it a bath.
Feed it grapes. Teach it to relax. Sleep toe to head.
Snore in seven languages. Let it disappear.
Wake up. Rise to the yellowing room. Make an oath. It’s about enjoyment. You will find it again. In the rain. Covered in bees. Thick with flu. It’s there, teeth rotting,
laughing in the honey. Pick up the pace. Comb back
the moss. Lift the oars. Drop the anchor like a beat.
There it is. There. Stop looking."

- Shira E, What Bjork Poured Into My Tea  (via shiraeeee)

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