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If it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
If it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
the world is on the cusp of its next rebirth, won't you hold my hand to see what we've become? © -immortalitatis beautiful cover by the equally beautiful @hurtcopain
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
☆ ˚· inflorescence she loves me she loves me not. bits and pieces of my mind ©petriichor-
[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
Longing for the comfort of her deceased mother, Ella Haze falls back into the depths of depression, allowing grief and loneliness to take control of her. With a heartbroken father by her side, she lives passively, often feeling completely lost. But when she meets Winston Ashwood - a boy with a heart of gold - in a flo...
no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for... THE WALKING DEAD, seasons 1b - 3 BOOK I [ oc x oc ]
a small piece of paper filled with thoughts that burn on my tongue, but I am unable to say it. sad yet hopeful entries.
Janie Greene shot her father seven times with a silver pistol, and doesn't regret it, even when she's sent to an institution for mental issues. Janie is smart, though, and finds a way to escape the institution without anyone knowing. While out, she runs into Noah Waters, who's only interest is in how deep her blue eye...
anatomy of a love affair: a post-mortem of a nectarine passion, bled dry, stone cracked, as the porcelain of our now lined and weary faces.
"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed upon my cellular phone..." - dahlia, the teenage girl who fell to earth
[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]
"wash the blood stains out before he sees them. you can't have him slip and fall in love with you." "i mean, unless you want to die." a grim house filled with even grimmer people unravel past secrets and a murderous threat that looms overhead.
unspeakable. why don't you find out for yourself? themes to be explored: the art of tolerating unbearable things, joy, lovesickness, power dynamics, identity fragmentation, sexuality, ambiguous relationships, chronic illness, motherhood, heresy, nonsensical cosmic connections, the ultimate fate of humanity, oatmeal, a...
fighting against toys, hands linked by strings, a puppet with a mind controlled by the heart, chained to our own mind. loraeve © 2021 03-07-2021 ― #3 in POETRYCOLLECTION
❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜ They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing my flower crown fingertips, and laid a kingdom at my feet. A Hades and...