show me where it hurts © 070518 , enamoramos

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

live love die, all on the same night.™

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

I'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'

❝Their eyes met. It was just like three years ago, their gazes filled with the same youthful wonder and their smiles, eliminating any doubts of unfamiliarity that ever existed.❞ © 2017 LUSHPETALS, All Rights Reserved.

the island of st barths, cradled by the north end of the gulf of the carribean, is a pretty place. on first glance the people who lived there were pretty too - their lips seemed to bulge just as the fruit did, and their eyes caught the sun as did the sea. they were humble, some intellectual, some young, most old. there was a girl called Elodie on this island. Elodie Chantraine. to look at, simply beautiful. it was a pity one couldn't crack open her skull and look inside. perhaps it would have revealed a different story. this story is not one of romance. it is one of Elodie. this story is the exposé of Elodie Chantraine. a sort of coming of age, where no coming of age occurs. a tale of a girl who's beauty has failed her conscience, which has neglected its righteous maturation and left it rotting. to highlight some of her flaws - she is of a girl who is self absorbed, greedy, manipulative, privileged, ungracious, ungrateful, but to the world - perfect. a child who plays with maturity as if it is a toy employed for her will. an intellectual who understands nothing. a story of an antagonist thrust into the role of protagonist. don't let her seduce you. be warned, she's very good at it. oh! just so carelessly good. perhaps if you see past her glistening and sickly beauty and charm, she'll even then able to seduce you with her flaws, and you'll relish in all the terrible in her, terribleness you might remember in yourself, that might sidle and lurk in the moist corners of your heart. • #theLitAwards2019

my disposition on your skin © 072818 , enamoramos