54 Followers 52 FollowingFresh poison, half-November love. All these poets made me think I was the sacrifice — I was your knife. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
41 Followers 41 Followingi felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees. i thought, this is what it is to be happy. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
112 Followers 112 FollowingTell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like #blood, like love. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
53 Followers 51 FollowingDon't wait for it. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the Love will come to you, then it comes to you.
160 Followers 158 FollowingMy skin jagged and worn as if I have lived thousands of lives, in one body. I am empty. This is all the world wanted for me. ◉
54 Followers 52 FollowingFresh poison, half-November love. All these poets made me think I was the sacrifice — I was your knife. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
41 Followers 41 Followingi felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees. i thought, this is what it is to be happy. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
112 Followers 112 FollowingTell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like #blood, like love. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
53 Followers 51 FollowingDon't wait for it. Create a world, your world. Alone. Stand alone. Create. And then the Love will come to you, then it comes to you.
160 Followers 158 FollowingMy skin jagged and worn as if I have lived thousands of lives, in one body. I am empty. This is all the world wanted for me. ◉