"sun-bleached suburbia, clean like the teeth of the teens once were." a poetry collection on suburban corruption

truths don't kill, inevitabilities do. #29 - Poetry as on 30th July 2016. all rights reserved © 2016.

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

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

in which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016

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

messy thoughts from a messy girl

The darkest parts of you will leave stars behind.

FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.

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.