🎐 ,, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧. ❞
a garden for the fragile soul, for the
glass delusion. whisper, whisper, or
she will shatter in your touch.
I don't wanna be a seed
In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that;
I wanna become a flower,
In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat.
A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else.
Updated whenever.