Oh, what the hell.

impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts

moonlit kingdom

thus, we end it with a kiss.

there is half a moon that i can't really swallow

loitering illegally in the graveyard ___________________________________________ a poetry book dedicated to every cell in your body @timespieces Copyright 2017

because i was orion until you kissed my lips trigger warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, sexual abuse and other sensitive topics

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

of seismic homosexual incisions made in the brain of a 1950's nihilist

error 666 teenage minds out of control.