(i had to update the description it was so cringe) poetry. its like the definition of wearing your heart on your sleeve, except its writing it on your fingertips and breathing it in and out. this is a collection of poems i've written, earliest being from 2020 and then just updating whenever i write something ! the first like 10-15, possibly 20 are bad but once you go on it gets better, once you reach mid-2022 youre good and then 2023 onward youre awesomesauce (once i stopped capitalizing titles i got better just 90% go off of that) highest rankings: #1 in poems (November 10th, 2021) #14 in poetry (April 28th, 2022)

( 🌷 ) Open ( ) Judging ( ) Closed "𝔸 𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕀𝕤 𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕." Lᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀs?? Tʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser