EMPIRICAL
FOR IT IS DURING THE UNGODLY HOURS THAT THE GODS WILL FALL DOWN WITH A WEAK EMPIRE.
❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]
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.
"sun-bleached suburbia, clean like the teeth of the teens once were." a poetry collection on suburban corruption