bunny

im back hombre-

hi finn!!

Hey

I wanna try out going by she/they and only feminine terms to see if i like it

You sell jewelry?!

sooo I'm coming back ig?
          I have a bunch of fanfics i wanna post and i have no clue how ao3 works so yeah
          :]

gonna delete this acccount, wattpads been fun tho
          bye i guess?

sooo i dont use Wattpad anymore lol
          
          so if you wanna talk to me still im active on discord 
          
          bat#8216

a small token of kindness (17th March 2022) 
          
          blood a hand, vein escapees; beads of breaths, prayers and yawns. cliffs of grief, roses underneath; honey flesh and cinder calligraphies, lotus leaves and sea fires. tongues of lore, chants of irises; plagues like magma and scars from matthiolas. human names, future ores; whispering wounds and fury like a father's. 
          
          seventh sun, worship of the vein unknown; harvest of the chest, abandoned swords and screams of chagrin rooms. hyacinth womanhood, sewn battlefields; spines of infatuation, resolute asphyxiation. ravenous souls like saturn, cataclysm glories; tombs of sparks, hell of frosted misery. 
          
          surrendered wombs, traded truths; crevasses of doubts, particulate vengeance, delicate answers and martyred victims. undefined magistrates, sums and divisions; canopy witches, hungry stars and unpleasant consonants. dampened twilight, charade joys and towering sorrows; uterus of shame, liver of passions and blankets of rebirth. 
          
          coffin rituals, precipice pastures; moon howls, poetry tongues. midnight licorice, cobalt corsage; emblem tresses and goblin crescents. vessel's voyage, shadowed daffodils; compassionate weapons, mothers and melodies. oceans, the water of salt and sickening; one loves the seas and carries death in their bones, one holds forests and forgets about the fires and storms. those that love, they are lost; like warmth in winter snow and like half moons that rise for wolves. yet like the sun that rises ritually, love painfully lives on, like a spring of march, buried in chestnut's seed. 
           #adropofhumanity 

I STAYED HOME FROM SCHOOL AND DIDN'T TELL MY MOM OR STEPDAD 
          BUT LIKE APPARANTLY THE SCHOOL CALLS UR PARENTS IF YOU ARENT THERE??