vanilla scented poetry

volcano brain

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

all hail the unloved #1 in poetry (trash words of a heavy heart) tales of the unloved © aphrodeiities 2018-2019

once, there was a fighter, who bled like a river and bruised like a peach. book the third

but i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you

i am vaster than the sky above me. i thrum with the fibrous light of vitality. i am the earth and everything below.