DANISH PASTRY
attaching beauty to abstract concepts
I skipped around the fields, the grass tickling my bare feet as I stole flowers from the Earth to place in a vase for my brother's mate. I had a myriad of flowers--soft, sunny daffodils, tall bear's breeches, blooming, thorny roses, colorful gladioluses. But something was 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. I spotted a bright hyacint...
Juno. she is the summer in a thousand and thirty four ways. she aimed for the sun, because it felt just right. but she went too close, it scorched her skin with sweet warmth. And it made her stomach burn with honey, bees tickling and buzzing like the heat of summer. as the moirai weaved, she gets her heart wounded by...
biscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1st place in The Sky Awards 2021 (July Edition) 2nd place in Bluebird...
honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
And if life repeated a thousand times, still you, you and again, you. Forough Farrokhzad Sometimes love can ruin you
you are the sun and i am proxima centauri: a low-mass star, too faint to be seen, yet closest to you
the two of us snuggled up like quotation marks in a room full of words achievements #1 in letterchallenge #4 in relateable #34 in maniac • • • A heartbroken boy...
lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡
❝of all the flowers that bloom in the spring, she is, by far, the most beautiful.❞ book four in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 090320 completed: 100520 written: 190220 - 050520