both weep for the thorns in their skulls when the sun is killed and summer has gone by and the rain is acidic. tragic is they are mortals, and mortals are made of greed and unholy prayers.

do you want to rot together? ©2019 poetry/prose

-a destruction of beauty anthology. you know im 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤, right? {trigger warnings: suicide, gore, abuse, psychopathic behaviour, murder, rape viewer discretion advised}

･ : * ₊ ‧ ✩ poetry collection. for everyone who's taken a drive down heartbreak avenue. © firebolt

idea stolen from @jamiekelly121 sue me

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

banished from the heavens [2017]

who are the gods? are they us?

shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

i feel like a god.