eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM

a natural hierarchy

revival

❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.

i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •

WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee

icarus' sweltering infernos

my heart becomes worthy