Lemongrass
The scent of homesickness for somewhere that isn't home. © 2018, adriana
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depress...
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
a compendium of impetuous diatribes, pretentious poetry and clandestine glimpses of the horrors and woes of a poisoned youth from a washed-up, bitter so-called hipster, who psychoanalyses her own generation. [alternatively called savvy gets pretentious and becomes a know-it-all]
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
Howl at the moon, scream at the stars, say hi to the sun, sure ― promise me one thing, though, that you won't get lost. It's a big world out there, little boy, and you're not ready to face it just quite yet. #486 chicklit 2/23