youth grows on branches of mango trees. pluck them early green and bury them in rice baskets to ripen them quick. love grows on branches of guava trees. pluck them early green and they are solid teeth-breakers. pluck them late white, love melts in your mouth into pulpy relish.
That's what I hated thinking about the most. Oblivion. Nothing. Forever. As unfathomable as the universe around us stretching endlessly, impossibly big, horrible, terrifying... Being alive scared the shit out of me most of the time, but being dead would be so much worse.
"The Perversions Of A Quiet Girl" is a collection of erotic short stories.
two eighteen-year-olds dealing with past trauma and living together in perfect synchrony with each other until something causes them to help someone and keep a secret for two years and one of them has to disappear for reasons that can only be explained in paragraphs of chapters.
Six weeks ago, four girls stepped into a forest- three stepped out. Victoria Côte disappeared while on a trip with Florence Dupont, Delphine Morin, and Michelle Toussaint. Ever since the three have been inextricably connected by a mysterious brand none of them can seem to get rid of. Meanwhile, the ghost of Victoria C...
My needs grow. My insides feel torn. Something seethes. Am I an animal? The Walking Dead / Rick Grimes
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
i mean you can literally saw a woman in half and itll still be considered a magic trick right? start: saturday october 3, 2020 then unpublished♥ lol republished : wed sept 22. 2021
this is sabine's story about her oldest friend, whom she loved so much that she felt she didn't have enough left in her for anyone else.
Behind the sweet smile of an Emerald 'Emi' Alconera lies a dark secret she ought to carry through her grave. When she thought she has perfected the innocent girl she has been building, a new transfer city guy named Adrien Farrell witnesses the dreadful act she effortfully hides. But apparently, he too, has more truths...
what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beau...
An education resource used to spread information about the following genocides: Palestine, Congo, and Sudan.
lacrima. tw. highest rankings #1 in deeppoetry #1 in sadpoetry #1 in freeversepoetry #2 in blackpoet #2 in yapoetry #3 in prose #4 in spokenword third poetry collection (2023)
I am like the pomegranate tree, but all my branches have been cut, broken, and buried with the dead. My heart has become a shriveled pomegranate beating with death and falling every second into a bottomless pit. But no one knows. No one. The pomegranate alone knows. finnick odair / original character T...
