my poetry smells like mint and lemon and tells all the white boys to fuck off ©KELLY2017

there is a warrior in you. © y, 2016.

𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and poems/

i just want to heal from this wound

love, stop reading hope in epileptic smiles

in which vanessa rose writes her suicidal letters, specifically to her bully. cover by @atolla

attaching beauty to abstract concepts

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.