Milkandhoney Stories

milk and honey, poems by rupiss rawr "i went crazy for him, but he did not go stupid for me."

❝ he gave me the universe even though all i wanted was the world ❞ - kylie szenski [ COMPLETED ] #344 in Poetry 13.02.17 #184 in Poetry 22.02.17 #16 in Poetry...

a collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists

for the delicate and breakable.

Letting go is the hardest thing, so I decided to write my feelings out until I no longer can

a collection of vauge tweets by mitchel cave

the musings of a forlorn soul with paper wings. [poetry&prose] #4 in poetry, 09.20.2020 © 2020, melancholily- the cover image does not belong to me, all credits to th...

poem collection that explains my past. its about love growth and self acceptance.

When you love someone, it can really hurt when you realize your whole self worth is based on whether or not they love you. Sometimes reading thoughts that remind you you...

this is not a love story. this is a personal manifesto.

a collection of poems and contemplations; excerpts i may have re-written or gotten rid of previously. [side note: honestly this is gonna be a pile of shit i'm so sorry]

I'm legit just ripping off the original and doing little short random "poems" (they don't rhyme so i'm not sure if they're poems or not)

"I'm so fcking tired of people thinking that I don't exist." Cover photo by : amandamargareth Edited by : okayjinie All rights goes to the original owner of th...

𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮) 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 /anthologies of prose and po...

one of the deepest poetry you can ever find; read between the lines, connect yourself to your authenticity. these short poems will let you feel the feelings you've hidde...

in which i take you for a stroll through the literary supermarket and rec you some songs along the way.

poetry for him. (please don't take poems without asking)

Textos para serem sentidos após a meia-noite.

the imagination of your slightest touch makes me shiver, and the way you glance at me, makes me breakdown and go mute, I trip over my words and I try to regain my words...

like a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my ste...