mother told me that funerals are always cold. cover by jessie willcox smith

ode to a life not lived

my lovers meld together

creativity is just a blend of the [ a writing collection. ] truth and mistruth.

"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

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

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

those rosenthal boys could eat you alive, and we jude girls love them. © fiona | 2017