~ from when i cared about the world ~

~ to belong / as we hurtle ~

~ nature poems, mostly ~

[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues. [lowercase intended] iridescent™ © lovetinted I 2022

love, stop reading hope in epileptic smiles

and we'd sputter-speed down empty freeways toward arizona or new york or iowa cornfields, and we'd pass by gasoline stations all sad and dark and oil refineries all sad and bright and motels all sad and lonely

i will outline every piece of you until you are nothing but simple language.

with the words rolling off your tongue and a quick kiss from your lips all the little pink hearts linger.

because i was orion until you kissed my lips trigger warning: mentions of suicide, self harm, sexual abuse and other sensitive topics