- In the mornings black coffee, sun beams fracture on busy roads. The trains come like a warning. Their sound shakes the cup in my hand. You keep me ninety percent in time. You tell the heart how to behave when the news hums in the next room, a voice without a f...

________________________________________________ ________________________________________________ (A thousand lights A fogbelt to cloak them all) (A door to heaven Made only for angels) A mind clouded with the disgust against object permanence is a mind waiting to die Worn and tattered by...

I found you where acid rain paints green and gold— a rust-pool blooming beneath the neon womb. "Something's still humming in you-but it is not yours, right?" I asked, watching your head lift slow: two glass orbs orbiting a vacuum. This place was sacred in your cursed sight. "Here." I handed you a t...

I feel like water Falling forever, taking whatever shape I need just for someone to hold me. Every new fall is lonely, every hand I slip through- I break- small pieces of me lost again and again. In the end, I feel small, I feel fragile, but I am safe. You keep me in a b...

▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ❝I slip in and out of consciousness like silver lights eluding the womb of the aquatic oceans, I fear to speak, my lips forever sealed, my tears forever blinked back, judgment hangs like a pungent odour in my classroom, People clash and clamour for their perspectives, washing...

Mentions of self-loathing, just as the title suggests. Tracing petals on your skin, Blooming bruises, wearing thin, Yellow, bright, sprawling free, Desecrating dignity. Courting glances, cast like stones, Amongst them all: your very own, Staring past the singing sink Without so much as a tir...

I watched Life of Chuck and have thoughts :P They’ll say that it’s all math and science Something thats nothing, Not even beyond human understanding. But I know they are That we can’t explain them in the same way we can’t explain you and I. Why are we here today? Walking around, wand...

A flutter of a gaze Bearing pause, holding weight Song of the first fall of snow Echoing a name. 𓂅 ⋆❅‧₊˚ His lone petal, drawing ripples The quiet flow of fountains A welcomed disturbance In her guarded lake. 𓂅 ⋆❅‧₊˚ Memories etched in each bud...

“Yeah, I owe you a lot, really.” Rowan chuckled a little and smiled back, looking at Logan a little more closely now that they were close once again. He hadn’t intended to, but he’d happened to have his attention drawn down slightly after catching sight of what seemed like more scars that were on...

I have a thing for hands. I love looking at people's hands. There isn't a pair of hands I have never liked. Men's hands, women's hands — I don't care. Skinny or chubby. Thin or long. Delicate or clumsy. Just let me look at your hands so I can praise them for how beautiful they are. ...

︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ · ˚ 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 :carousel_horse: beneath the signal ꒱◞ ̑̑ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ mais au moins je ne suis pas toi ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ but at least i'm not you 🕯 ꨄ ‑‑‑‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑ ‑‑‑‑ the following ﹏﹏﹏‍ ｡˚✩ ‣ beneath the signal ...