a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」
you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018
- 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎'𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 - All Rights Reserved ©_eunoiia_ 2021
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
𝑊𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. // no. 1 in #wattpadpoetry (24 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoems (23 June 2021) // no. 1 in #wattpadpoet (24 June 2021) // no. 1 on #poemcontest (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #sixwordstories (8th May 2021) // no. 1 on #milkandhoney (28th May 2021) // no. 3 in #poemcontest (24 Jun...
poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
[ 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
be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20
[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/17 : #393 in Poetry 31/12/17 : #172 in Poetry 1/1/18 : #126 in Poetry 3...
