E o que eu escrevo é uma névoa úmida. As palavras são sons transfundidos de sombras que se entrecruzam desiguais, estalactites, renda, música transfigurada de órgão. ☞ palavras da clarice lispector

murder has never been sweeter. kill your darlings and meet your maker.

it is beautiful to drown in one's thoughts. • • • completed.

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos

come a little closer, i wanna tell u how i feel.

vanilla scented poetry

a book about boys