today my lipstick smells like lemons and being good to yourself and trying your best when you dont feel like it, with traces of uncertainty mingling with the necessity to drag your bones up into the sun. today my lipstick smells like lemons, just sliced and ready to be made into something. it smells ambivalent and hopeful and ready for failure, whatever that looks like. it smells like burying insidious notions of failure into the soil. it smells like no promises, but I'll try- and it's okay if no one thinks it looks like trying. it smells like, just the tail of end a good summer and those stands you passed by a couple times selling that drink made of something tart- whatever it is you make with lemons.
#smallprose #lemons - 5 hours ago