he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17
#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
A collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
A book of my favourite poems and quotes about Social Anxiety. I do not own any of these and credits go to all the authors of the poems and quotes.
I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next time My love