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If it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
If it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
the world is on the cusp of its next rebirth, won't you hold my hand to see what we've become? © -immortalitatis beautiful cover by the equally beautiful @hurtcopain
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
☆ ˚· inflorescence she loves me she loves me not. bits and pieces of my mind ©petriichor-
My sixth poetry collection and the fifth one in English. The title was inspired by one of my favourite songs by singer Mitski, "Pearl Diver". Undefined poetry themes with existential undertones; unearthing the premature pearls of the human psyche and the ones that are long overdue and ready to shimmer under the sun. ...
[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl
stop shoving your roses down my throat. stop chewing on my flesh and bones. BLOOD N SPERM ALL FUCKIN OVER. (2019)
Longing for the comfort of her deceased mother, Ella Haze falls back into the depths of depression, allowing grief and loneliness to take control of her. With a heartbroken father by her side, she lives passively, often feeling completely lost. But when she meets Winston Ashwood - a boy with a heart of gold - in a flo...
no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for... THE WALKING DEAD, seasons 1b - 3 BOOK I [ oc x oc ] cover by @melissasbenoist
a small piece of paper filled with thoughts that burn on my tongue, but I am unable to say it. sad yet hopeful entries.
Janie Greene shot her father seven times with a silver pistol, and doesn't regret it, even when she's sent to an institution for mental issues. Janie is smart, though, and finds a way to escape the institution without anyone knowing. While out, she runs into Noah Waters, who's only interest is in how deep her blue eye...
anatomy of a love affair: a post-mortem of a nectarine passion, bled dry, stone cracked, as the porcelain of our now lined and weary faces.
"scouring my notes app in search of forlorn fraying fragments one could consider 'poetry' if one had partaken in reality-altering substances. these fragments may appear mysterious in origin, but they were born in the shower and hastily transcribed upon my cellular phone..." - dahlia, the teenage girl who fell to earth
(THIRD BOOK IN MOMMY'S HOUSE TRILOGY, CONTAINS SPOILERS) The case of the woman who kidnapped three children in 1983 has been solved... or has it? It is now 1988, five years later, and the victims of Mommy's House realize that their kidnapping was much bigger than they thought. There's a copycat abductor on the loose w...
[ POETRY - SHORT POEMS - AN ANTHOLOGY ] WARNING: CONTAINS USAGE OF NOSTALGIC & TRIGGERED MANIA- A LIFE LIVED AND LOVED UNDER BLEEDING GUMS. photo cr: hollis brown thornton on flickr #4 in poetrycollection [28-11-2021]
"wash the blood stains out before he sees them. you can't have him slip and fall in love with you." "i mean, unless you want to die." a grim house filled with even grimmer people unravel past secrets and a murderous threat that looms overhead.