HUMAN PSYCHE

because that which makes us human is that which we think makes us less human

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐼 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐺𝑂𝑂𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝑊𝑂𝑅𝐷𝑆.

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝑊𝐸 𝑀𝐸𝐸𝑇 𝐵𝑌 𝐴𝐶𝐶𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑁𝑇.

𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦

"𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝐵𝐸 𝑆𝐴𝐼𝐷 𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝐵𝐸 𝑊𝐸𝑃𝑇." ⸺𝑆𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐻𝑂

yellow

my bones are too big for my body and they protrude through my skin : let's talk about love, angst, fear, peace.

lotus sun

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

passion

❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞

silkworms in my throat

i swallowed a rotten tongue

DANISH PASTRY

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

ᵐᵒᵒⁿᵇᵉᵃᵐ

midnight mysteries

𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬; 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐝

boys

this is about kids and skin and young hips on young hips

thank you, have a nice day!

it will make sense in the morning.

DECAYING MEMORIES.

I CRIED OUT FOR HELP BUT NOT EVEN I COULD HEAR ANY TRUTH IN IT collection of poetry © clamydia | 2018

crushed lavender

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

i am happiness

show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos