it will make sense in the morning.
who are the gods? are they us?
my parents don't know what's gotten into me since i've met you.
shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding
banished from the heavens [2017]
ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.
when God looks at me He sees God (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)
WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee
archival poetry © 2018 by lee
THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee
there's bravery in being soft
breathe with one another
my heart becomes worthy
i want to taste strawberries, the first snow and your lips.
how ugly
revival
can u tell i'm an environmentalist.
volcano brain
vanilla scented poetry
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina
"一who said anything about the boys section?"
but i know that you're having fun, wouldn't wanna mess this up for you
shes still trying to regain her rotted submissive affections