[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.

the boys are fools, with paradoxical dreams and unfathomable hopes seemingly diminished by execrable love. • • • completed.

"i am used to destroying myself so other people can't." - Weston understood why he thought this was a bad idea. She was a mom, for fucks sake. But kissing him was addictive. Each time his tongue touched hers, it felt as if the ground beneath them shook, like they were a cataclysmic event that shouldn't be and Weston had always been self-destructive. -corpse husband- highest rank #1 corpse #1 youtubers

❝ she was glory and he was pain ❞ © 2018 buttergrace

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

Annabelle is taken prisoner at Black Manor left alone with the only remaining son of the Black Family. He is the vulture, tearing her apart each day and healing to begin again the following day. AU of the pairing in Inferius. Did I write fanfiction about my own fanfiction? It's called high functioning narcissism. Get used to it. enemies to lovers.

nothing has felt as warm since

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

and so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)

A poetry set from back in 2015-2016 :) fantasy and all since I do not fit in reality xoxo Please do add to your library, read, vote, comment and share :D Best wishes :)