Armie

here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.

Goddess

if nothing else works, call your mom. poetry #9

&.

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

Human

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

facade

what a strange feeling

motion. | completed

this is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14

11:11

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

the stars

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

spectrums | completed

the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.