running through the hallways of my heart ･:*:･ﾟ2020

i squeeze the tar out my brain

i can feel it all begin to fade ﾟ☆ [circa late 2020]

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

It started with a lemon sorbet. Then a cold, dead body smiled. ✘ ✘ ✘ In a chance of a lifetime, Wendy Cain's innocent little crush on an infamous pariah, Leon Song, is swept up in a game of cat, mouse and murder as a dead body is found in his home... and the natural suspect being the amorously charming man. Can a simple crush acquit you murder? Or will you fall riddles to the hands of charm? Cover designed by Holly Thurston.

The boys are innocent. The girls know their way around. #faceyourevils [ #7 in action 4.13.17 ] Copyright © 2016 , humanoligy

THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos

love and loss and language ･:*:･ﾟ☆ no. 1 in poetry june 18, 2019