Mesmeric Youth ✓

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

WISDOM TEETH

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

TRAGEDY NINE-NINE

justified braggings

the boys are gods

a natural hierarchy

JUNIE.

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

breakfast in bed

revival

art on a blank canvas

i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.

DISASTER, SWEET DISASTER

when God looks at me He sees God (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

GOLDEN DAYS

three things are certain; growing old, uncertainty, and death. © eliora, 2020 | (p #433- 0602184)

myth

who are the gods? are they us?

death by adultery

no time for love [2017]

LIKE A LOVER

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

sea,

drown in ichor.

'89 TO 90.

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

21st century apollo

banished from the heavens [2017]

absit omen

an abundance of spirit and light [2017]

The House of the Setting Sun

my heart still beats 2017, adriana © (p #112- 150617)

lotus sun

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

CURSE CLUB

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

garden

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

wherefore art thou romeo

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

always on my mind | ✓

You look like a g o d e s s The most extravagant o n e Honey, remind me again & tell me how did y o u Fall for m e

KILL ONE TOO | ✓

In which a girl isn't used to pain, experiences it like nothing more. o n e - s h o t s t o r y a l l r i g h t s r e s e r v e d

GIVE HIM (book 2) | ✓

Slut (noun) : A woman with morals of a man. or : Pearl with the morals of Hunter. ●●● "No, Pearl. Men don't like this," he said, his lips grimacing. He looked at my face, then my hair and then my dress, and he didn't like it one bit. Not after he knew my intentions anyways. "They do love it, Hunter," I said...

never in your eyes | ✓

crashing waves. thunderstorms. destruction. they all f e e l like you. shade. tears. stagnant rivulets. they all l o o k like me.

obsessions

nora's obsessed with jane, matt with video games, gary with books and holy with drugs. © 2015 huttriver [lowercase intended] cover by don (oxforder)

[ ugly dreams ]

these d r e a m s and h o p e s and a s p i r a t i o n s are [killing] me. {lowercase intended}