THE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]

DROWN IN THE OCEAN OF YOUR TEARS. ( poetry. )

what you love me for

glossy words put together to make you feel in the middle of a cruel saccharine melody.

about a girl's summer romance that doesn't last as long as she thought it would. about a girl recovering from the heartbreak of a breakup and the possibility of finding love elsewhere. all artwork by helen frankenthaler.

[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.

found a home beneath the sun-dipped trees- i'm covered in gold

he was unapologetically male

i cried while writing this

❝the uprising has begun.❞