Pretty cheesy short poems addressing topics from death to marriage to just food for thought. Different styles because I'm experimenting, all have one thing in common: they're shit. But like, good shit. Like the watermelon flavor of shit. Juvenilia: Works made by an author or artist at a younger age (thanks @sca202 for this word)

A reflection can only show what you've already done. Art courtesy of @/doodlebird on instagram, give her a follow if you like her work! I'm still editing so details or names might change! I'll announce it all at the beginning of new chapters though, just a heads up :) Also if you have any feedback (good or bad I can take it lmao) or find plot holes or just want to talk pleAsE comment or message me! Thank you so much, enjoy! Warning: Some mature language? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PLEASE DON'T COPY ANY ASPECTS OF THIS STORY THANKS