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  • Ephemeral by polarsiin
    polarsiin
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      Reads 8
    • WpPart
      Parts 1
    The following of a gay Swede desperately trying to make his way in America.
  • February Journal by foreverprimary
    foreverprimary
    • WpView
      Reads 62
    • WpPart
      Parts 17
    Mostly poems, journal entries, some visual art. Just a place to put my current headspace into words-clumsily perhaps, but all the same. Updates whenever I feel like it, but when I update it will probably be in chunks (I'll post a couple parts at the same time). Enjoy. Or don't, I'm not in control. Eat my ass or hate my guts. It's whatever.
  • For my Nonexistent Love  by Th3jok3isonm3
    Th3jok3isonm3
    • WpView
      Reads 29
    • WpPart
      Parts 5
    This is basically just my compilations of love poems which I write from time to time. Hope you readers enjoy.
  • Every Bfb Au Be Like by mmdddyyyco
    mmdddyyyco
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      Reads 6,396
    • WpPart
      Parts 10
    Please don't take this seriously all of this is a fucking joke. This is my opinion aswell. So why are Bfb au's like this? AND IM SAYING SOME NOT EVERY (just ignore the title that was mb 😭) ⚠Swear warning
  • roll the dice by E-x-o-t-i-c
    E-x-o-t-i-c
    • WpView
      Reads 74
    • WpPart
      Parts 2
    Oui oui, a Shizaya story. •| ⊱✿⊰ |• Some say Izaya Orihara is easier than a book to read. Others say, well, other things. Shizuo Heiwajima is one of the ones that sees right through Orihara. And when he finally does saying something about Izaya's fragile ego, poof. Magical gay stuff happens. •| ⊱✿⊰ |• I do not own any of the characters in this story, or the anime itself. Nor the cover art.
  • Poetry  by WysTheDragon
    WysTheDragon
    • WpView
      Reads 53
    • WpPart
      Parts 3
    Poetry and what not, because your ho is going through some shit.
  • Red Wine and Skyscrapers by Xx_nagisaboo_xX
    Xx_nagisaboo_xX
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      Reads 291
    • WpPart
      Parts 6
    Let's sit on the balcony of the apartment. As we drink red wine, write poetry. and lose track of time. ***(poetry I had kept in old notebooks)*** (I'm sorry if I have shitty grammar btw. hopefully you understand 😂)