they say it'll cleanse me and renew me, so well i'll forget who i am

honeyed lips and a milk stained tongue is your tea before church.

the sweetness is too bitter. [2/3: "A COLLECTION OF: REVIVAL"]

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]

The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

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