loud poetry from a quiet girl a growing collection of poetries and short story's Hope you'll enjoy reading :) ly P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just listen to the music 🤍

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

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.❞

[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched to ashes. adele desired to watch the flower of love wilt, fall, root, rise, and bloom before her very eyes. she was determined to prove to the sun how much she cherished ginny weasley, and not even the brightest thing on the planet would outshine the love she felt for her. ginny weasley x OC deathly hallows | post-war