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.
here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.
Fragments lie on torn up pieces of paper, characters of my creation, musings I have at 2:34 AM, poems that scare my parents, thoughts that cross my mind in sporadic bursts, and ones that live there permanently.
[COMPLETE] You are courageous, and the brave, even the soulless, fight fear to its dying breath. | © 2013 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.
story #1 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | eating disorder she just wanted to be skinny for him; she wanted to be the kind of girlfriend he'd be proud to have, even if he couldn't see her. he just wanted to see her, to be able to tell her she was beautiful and she'd know he was telling the truth, he wanted her to b...
[A Featured Wattpad Story // highest ranking: #8] He fell for her too soon. She fell for him too late. - Whereas you will only find their love through words only, for actions aren't told.
my system is clogged with metaphor and i need to get it out A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY (!) nb: if lack of capitalisation and 'artistic' punctuation don't tickle your pickle, apologies but this book is not for you [working title] probable swearing... you have been warned one more thing: don't steal my shit or i will hunt...
Independent Metaphor Series (1) Celestial has stardust in her veins; Horizon has clouds in his lungs. She taught him how to see beyond the skies; he taught her how to love beyond the skylines. | © 2016 Sarena Akhter.
Arm yourselves with the armour of your strength, and nothing, not even death, can pierce it. | © 2016 Sarena Akhter.
When one puts love into something, it means a whole fucking lot. [complete]
Planets and stars are open doorways to heaven, so what happens when two opposite people find the same door? ||completed (Thank you for 8K reads!!!)
and god, i love you. // inspired by "art class" by rhiannon mcgavin // #68 in poetry
A collection of Miscellaneous pieces that have no meaning individually, but together they make an array of thoughts. Just like the Night sky, a constellation of stars. I hope you enjoy random bursts of happiness, despair and lots of contemplation while you lie under a starlit sky! "About a boy who is the victim of his...