u/astrounaut1234

67, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Six-se-ven: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Six. Se. Ven. She was Six, plain Six, in the morning, standing six feet seven in one sock. She was six sevens in slacks. She was sixty-seven at school. She was six-seven on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always 67.

weirdest fucking thing to ever appear in my scrolling

edit: holy fuck i woke up to 61 notifications on reddit