it will make sense in the morning.

teenage girl ramblings about love and apathy and bad mothers © summer collection continuation 2021

pyrrhic victories © 2019 fighues

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

a collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.

⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚ 🏹 ₊ 🕯 ꜜ ଽ 🚬 ｡ ༉

my disposition on your skin © 072818 , enamoramos

you ask me if i remember what home smelled like.

dust-filled bones and ink flooding my veins. © pretendyoumissme | 2020

very old pieces i wrote/ some make sense/ some don't/ some i hate/ and some i feel rather attached to/ either way/ they needed a place to rest. this is a collection of whatever it was or maybe continue to be. © starnished 2020