FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

salad days are gone [2016-2017]

there's bravery in being soft

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa

HONEY GAZES AND CHERRY RED LIPS © 2017

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

vanilla scented poetry

and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi

POETRY ECHOES OFF HER TONGUE 2016, revolved © POETRY | 3