Poetryish hikaye

A short collection of things that have either happened or not happened.

Hello, this is my attempt at angsty shit to make me cry at two am waiting for the pills to kick in!

❝I can never be beautiful, but I can write.❞ {Cover by genius_georgia}

Quotes

Otabek lost his heart at 13; at 18 it finally returned to him. Otayuri/Yurabek poetic one-shot

August 19th. 1878. A man with amnesia is saved from a river and given a new chance at life. Depressed and stuck in monotony and seeing no connection to his past. He works to survive with few friends and no family. No real home. Only one day he finds someone who suddenly sparks up motivation in him. Only his motivation is solely directed at this new man. Filled with desperation he decided to make contact and on the same day... He was contacted by two witches. This is the story of Beaumont. _____ Hellooo! Thank you very much! Please do not copy any of my work, this is my book. I'll be updating chapters as I edit them :))) im in university right now so things are moving slow, but I want to get this done! It's a sloooowww burn yall. Kisses. <333

This is jist a bunch of pictures I just RANDOMLY took while walking, or on a trip or anything else I just happened to cross by

Arlo 15 year old transmasc falls in love with Saylem 16 year old non binary masc representing. and Arlos life is turned upside down. (Cover art From Milk and Honey)

He just wanted to be skinny.

Something I made fueled by rage ~ (and a hint of bitterness) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This isn't racist, it doesn't mean something's black you're instantly referring to black people :/ *la la la

and sometimes she thought of him. and sometimes he thought of her thinking about him.

Like the title said :) please give this a try you'll never know if you like it!! P.S. i don't know what genre this kind of book falls under please let me know if yk what it is :) it might be poetry-ish

You know those thoughts you have at 3am and your mind is just everywhere?

a collection of feelings.

Just a journal. Experiences, poems, and random things :) accepting prompts.

of which a girl kills someone and her demons catch up to her.

We write on little pieces of paper to save who we are. A/N: I have no intention of ever finishing this or even making it understandable. This is my playground of sorts.