sunkissed hearts n feverish love™️

the impulse of my thoughts, glowing againts the blanket of stars. [lowercase intended; thoughts in the form of poetry]

drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

vanilla scented poetry

live love die, all on the same night.™