Moss thank you ily /p
unfortunately it’s my fault for it ig but eh ty moss ❤️❤️❤️
that sounds super cool!! i feel u about displaying album artwork it’s hard to find a place to put it!!
sometimes you just wanna be moss bro
Some more gems I’ve made!
does it make sense if i tell you your lips taste of honey-dew and rain, and your eyes are amber and bark? if your hair is soft as moss, and your hands as gentle as wind? does it make sense if i tell you that i’d lose myself in you like a forest, gladly and readily?
My brain is mush
scars hc || i’m posting this from mobile don’t come for me
while i think that donna mostly writes in a more traditional style (full sentences and paragraphs), i think she occasionally slips into this sort of free-verse poetry style, which is how i’ve chosen to present this. this (very very short) fic starts below the cut.
summary: donna said seventy-one words to josh in that hotel room. there were five she didn’t (or, couldn’t. whatever). spoilers through 7x06: the al smith dinner.
The moss reaches. Very, very slowly. But it reaches. Its hold is soft. Rest. You will be safe.