The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
The scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
The scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
No way ever so undoing an unbreakable wall conspiratorially built by those shattered themselves.
parallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an apparent shift in the position of an object, such as a star, caused by a ch...
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]