The night-time confessions of two uncouth strawberry bandits.

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

"Did you love him?" "Yes" "How much?" "Does it matter?" "Why does it not?" "Because it wasn't enough to make him stay." Stories of love & heartbreak #1 - whatsthepoint #4 - notyourbaby

she's a saint with the lips of a sinner, she's an angel with a devilish kiss.

❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and I'm worried -- I'm worried that may not be enough. ❞ in which he speaks in broken syllables and she speaks in flawless poetry. (lowercase intended.)

and so, without the slightest hint of doubt, he dove head first in those grand galactic eyes. © all rights reserved 2016 | kimi

oneirataxia; (n.): the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality. NEW BOOK: THE SHADE OF FLOWERS/POETRY BY K.H., OUT NOW!