POETRY

an·he·do·ni·a: inability to feel pleasure

"it starts with a humbling at the knees. summer hardened into flesh." things i've sorta experienced, sort of haven't? aka me lying my ass off, but sometimes not.

he was crowned with countless stars stolen from the skies by a single sweep of his gold plated wings . freeform poetry / proses with plot au where there are people born with wings and society wants to kill them lgbt+ content, slight nsfw trigger warning : violence, suicidal © greenleaf . i was tired so i wrote this instead of crying myself to sleep

it was at that time of ruin, that the stars rose from their graves. skytaints | all rights reserved ©

show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos

you're so lovely.

"i warm you like i would any trembling child; in my two bare hands." ok so. basically me writing about the most mundane shit and making it so so dramatic. eg: hiccups.