this ones for the shower floor

copyright © 2017

just a beachfront of bad blood and a coast that's unclear ; copyright © 2016

some pieces of writing i made to get negative thoughts out of my head. i write in times when my head seems to spin like a record, however the needle is depression and i am the record.

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

this pull is more than just gravity.

a collection of mediocre poems

simmer down

a series of therapeutic and personal poems. PG-14. ヾ(｡･ω･)ｼ tw for disturbing themes!

{completed} {harrystylesXlukehemmings} Harry loved Luke more than anything in the world, more than himself which was why he was dying. He smiled when he felt petals push up his throat, ignoring the metallic taste in his mouth as he coughed out bloody petals of love. His love blossomed for Luke and grew till he couldn't breath. And whoever said love can't kill obviously never heard the story of the flower and his poison.