‘ [...] Warm red links frozen deeply ’
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
A terrible, terrible short horror story.
I've got Tanka poem fever so here are three more serious ones. Check out my last post for more!
A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.
inspired by semi true events. It's never boring in my house
Idk just something I wrote the other day
emotions flowing, i’m feeling very down. #Mentalhealth
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
My scars tell a story. I wrote them with intention. (Real question though, does it feel unfinished? I feel like it does.)
I hate all food right now.
Clive Barker, eat your heart out!
Something very dear to me. A lot has been said on the news already, but I wanted to air my thoughts as well.
Grapefruit sky at 7:44... I’m alive with Viracochas lightning