this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips
you're responsible for your rose, and for me, and i wish i didn't love the sunset so much. fuck.
soaking in solar rays © 2017
do whatsoever you will as long as you do it beautiful (2017)
vanilla scented poetry
my darling, how are you? how have you been, lately?
who are the gods? are they us?
a natural hierarchy
honeysuckles still bloom after dark. colleen cosette goodman © 2016-2018
we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)
shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts
i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina