the boys are gods

a natural hierarchy

i am happiness

show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos

mango girl dreams on the yawning moon

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

nostalgic gulp

for the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.

shed thoughts

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

dismal decay

fragile and unholy

ode to (april)

past midnight; i write thank you notes.