woe is me

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

A poem of love and loss

volcano brain

to @CALLOUSEDTOUCHES. nothing, absolutely nothing which had even a speck of her left on it could suffice in a mere description. so how could this, a reminder of everything that she left behind be described. [lower-case intended] s t a r t e d 5th febraury, 12:57 am. e n d e d ongoing.

petals on leaves and trees on cliffs © altruistyc on wattpad

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

junkyard dreaming: where the broken thoughts go to die and leave something vaguely like stories in their wake. OR - a collection of one shots and various items of the like.

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

"Tate Moore is fucking psychotic." He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as my mouth hung open. Then something completely unexpected happened. He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it onto my skin until in stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look. I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my sniffer as he said, "Now, Poppy Dawson is fucking crazy, too."