Dead Poets Club ✓
I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)
I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)
"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •
those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017
[A psychological thriller] When you can't even pay for a bottle of water, you might want a friend like Casper. This may be hard considering he's the God-given prophet of Seabrook high; the type of kid who offers existential philosophies on a Monday and spews poetry the next. Friends are a select few for Casper, and...
"I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit, but I have to tell you that even the way you drink coffee knocks me the fuck out." - Axel Clark has responsibilities. After his father left and his mother became an alcoholic, he took it upon himself to take care of his younger sister, Abby...
Eton often said that Frankie Carrozza was dangerous. But of course he was dangerous: he was a teenaged boy, after all.
And in his heart, he became a perishable painting; in which Ray Singh falls in love with the dead Viktor Ivanovich. #taygetsthegay #181 Copyright © 2016, humanoligy
THE GODS ARE NO MORE- they have succumbed to mortal sins and all that's left in their wake are the stories of their divine destructions.
A quiet, sitting boy from England and a destructive boy from France are each other's only saviours in an explosive quarter of the French woods.
boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017
❝ MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM MARS AND WOMEN ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FROM VENUS, BUT I THINK THAT I AM FROM SATURN. ❞ © inexplicits [2017]
RINSE AND REPEAT if gods are only human, then they must be devils too. [ greek mythology ] [ 2016 - present ]
SIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
In which glory comes from blood stained hands. Copyright © olympis 2016