breath of life;

+Aiyana, 22 years old and bisexual; I am a storm. Born from the sea, I rise.

(I mostly write #fic* but sometimes I dabble in photoshop. I should probably stop.)

“You were a big baby, warm and fat. There’s a place between the cheek and the shoulder, when you haven’t had a baby it doesn’t exist. It does when you have. Something here, it’s where a baby’s head sits. It’s the smell, and it’s the warmth and when you’re away I can lean my head into it with a tilt. And there you are.”

“If I were dead, would it be there?”