Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

the jungle, the jungle

in four parts

art on a blank canvas

i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.

champagne vomit

volcano brain

streetlights

i'm emptying my oxygen into your lungs because i want to see you breathe more than anyone else.

princess castle 1987.

❝jimin was made of heat and wonder.❞

thoughts untitled through hate and romance

you know how you go on walk in the afternoon and when you step out it still kinda sunny. and then you look up again and you notice the sun almost setting. then you look up again and you realize the sun is completely set. and you look up for the last before going in and it's almost midnight. you didn't even notice how...

2002

a short book of small poems

Ribcage

I have written you down, now you will live forever.

bees

i think i love it // poetry rants

dear frida (coming september 1st)

one awkward teen gal, one mexican painter with a unibrow, and one boy who likes to take pictures of chalk. strangeness ensues.

waltz of the snowflakes

this is about pale pink blood red brown skin

boys

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

thank you, have a nice day!

it will make sense in the morning.

please don't die

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

amor fati

salad days are gone [2016-2017]

rants with yas

rants and other miscellaneous stuff from your local fourteen-year-old b(rat) ♡

night

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

A TONE OF VOICE

there's bravery in being soft

spoonful of sugar

i think that if he and his short-lived denouement astounded me so then this would be much deeper