oasis name: zoe rose
bio: my favorite words are radish and soap. i am incredibly anxiety-ridden, and i write in my free time (which is rare). i have the unfortunate condition where i usually only fall in love with my best friend, who is usually straight. i'm pretty lovely.
the way i have my hair up today leaves strands loose, reminding me of something i havent thought of before, becoming tendrils of thought that extend from my brain, so much like the delicate legs of a spider or insect, only barely brushing the side of my face, touching my cheek, resting so gently, softly.
almost equivalent to the dream i had last night in the gentle way it positions itself.
where her kiss was so slight and so almost purposeful that her lips only brushed mine, and only for so short a time that i couldnt tell if she meant something by it.
and everything--so delicate.
so barely something that it was everything.
and i woke up and spent my day in ugliness.
and i woke up and remembered the wrong things.--it left a sour taste in my mouth, like i was congested, like my head was too something to be right.