He's ready and he's coming for you. Copyright © olympis 2016

absurd poetry written by a cactus.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, when all I really want is five.

Elliot and Julia have a complicated relationship. Since they met in the seventh grade, the only heart-to-heart conversations they've had have been strictly over text. But they don't mind this lack of intimacy. If anything, they enjoy it. Don't think that this lack of heart-to-heart conversations mean they haven't had some, how should we say, interesting moments. Such as when Julia lost her virginity to Elliot. Yes, you read that correctly. It's a long story. It was just one time. Actually, it was four times. In one night. Once in the morning too. But it was just on one occasion. Okay, two occasions. It's a really really long story. Basically this is just a long story of two people with a complicated, never fully defined, relationship. Well, it's not exactly the full story. This is just the highlights. *cover by @soundthealarm*

H Y S T E R I C S Penelope, a heavy invested astronomy brainiac, collides with Toby, a semi-delusional, whole-hearted gay boy fighting against society with one feminist rap at a time (props to Penelope for converting him). ✦✦✦✦✦✦ So, despite the irony of their unlikely friendship, it is imperative that these two face the facts of life: together they are hysterical ____________________ thank you @aclectics for making my beautiful cover!!! <3

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

//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks so much for taking the time to read it! I love you all &amp;amp; I'll be back soon, chin up buttercups ^^]

includes comedies, satires, and tragedies.

i write in here when i get sad. (cover by elle) [ poetry #19 ]

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