I'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to translate various emotions through a rather free form of writing. All my life, I thought poetry was too complex, but it wasn't true. Relatable, passionate, and free are the guiding words of my poems. Enjoy! ღ Highest ranks: poetrycollection, poesia, existence, metaphor, poetical, poembook, shortpoem, poet, shortstory, poem, sentiment, thoughtsandfeelings, sadpoems, thoughts, poemcollection, lovepoem, creativewriting, quote, deepthoughts, emotional, haiku, rhyme, prose, freeverse #1 darkacademia #4 poetry #6 Awards: 2nd place - The Andromeda Awards © 2021 Claire Bourdon All Rights Reserved.

❝galilea mckinnon was a waterling; the salt of the frothy sea, the lily pads that dawned the shallow's edge of a weathering pond.❞ this is a girl x girl story between cho and an oc i created (the daughter of lesbian, marauder era couple marlene mckinnon and docras meadowes. her name is galilea mckinnon). these chapters are very short and written mostly in prose. beauty is rated mature for many reasons. themes such as domestic violence, cursing, depression, suicidal ideation, assault, internalsied homophobia, homophoia, racism, and smut will potentially be visited in this story. i don't speak mandarin and my italian is good but not great, so, feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes and you speak either language. to be fair, correct me if you see any mistakes in english as well. i'm dyslexic and dysgraphic, and i often make really stupid errors. this story means a lot to me. it's the first time i've ever written an oc, and it's pretty out of my comfort zone. i usually stick to hp characters only, because i always doubt myself as a writer, but i didn't want to do that this time around. this story is an ode to cho. she doesn't deserve all the hate she gets, and i was dead tired of writing about mostly white characters. hp, though it's the greatest love of my life, has its faults. i think its lack of diversity is probably first in line. ❝yalong with its lapping briny and its star-filled sky (and most importantly, galilea) was the place were dreams truly came true... never, ever america.❞

highest ranking : #3 in poetry. original collection of poetry. book 1.

- basically what the title says, sums it up. This ship doesn't get noticed enough on wattpad i noticed so i decided to make a book about them. {a book dedicated to the ship of Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley}

My question marks were never caged but they always find ways to conceal their images and trick the pachydermatous spectator with artifice. Maybe, certainty can be Socrates listening to the mixtape in my closet? Maybe uncertainty can be me without my question marks at all.

Luna X Ginny / HP AU

on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night. but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her. the sun looks good on him. [#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]

eρεβος (erebos)- of darkness i saw darkness pass over his eyes. that blank stare that was lifeless and cold. the darkness is a static constant in this ancient story of ours. to which we all submit. to which, even the ancients, especially the ancients, speak of. those who pass hardly ever return. those who return are never forgotten. what is it? what is it that looms over our fates and darkens our doorways? it is death, my love. erebus, my darling.

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

~ where is your bliss station / you have to try to find it ~