The random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||

«her name was insomnia, and she was the greatest metaphor a poet has ever written.»

my throat burns of all the countless things I never had the courage to tell you

She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.

the things i write while i'm sad i suppose [this is rlly old, dont waste your time and read something worthy]

a collection of aesthetically pleasing poems written by me. enjoy, don't hesitate to leave feedback ♡ all poems written by me © lowercases intended. "although it may seem like aesthetically pleasing poetry to you, to me, it's my cry for help"

❝i don't have insomnia. i can't sleep because im thinking of you.❞ ➶ ➷ another collection of thoughts and poems (and, occasionally some quotes).

"A mind is like a parachute, it doesn't work if it isn't open." ~ Poetry, quotes, and sentences. Nothing much.

mel•an•chol•y ; /ˈmelənˌkälē/ - a feeling of pensive sadness