"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell but it doesn't matter. nobody knows anything and i sure as hell don't.
[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.b...
A collection of short stories in which the root of their love is simultaneously the harbinger of their demise. Because the risque of the heart's desires is often found embedded in the knife jutting through it. "...you're writing style is top-notch, especially on how you describe and highlight every detail..." - @_mnml...
"If we don't have to live through hell, just to get to heaven."
Sometimes, it's about playing a poor hand well. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Stranger Things AU © 2022-2023
Temperature dropping sucked away into night brittle pasture grass beginning to glitter mirroring fractured moonlight
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
The moment Marley Mason moved to the United States of America he stopped speaking. Dislocated from his mother, friends, and culture, Marley found it impossible to voice his thoughts to anyone but his father. Thereafter, he gave up on himself and his happiness. What else was an alien to do? Until he meets Ava DeLougher...
...came in with such urgency you would think that they were coming to retrieve something they had lost. { the purpose of this is to create sympathy for the devil. } [ tw's: rape, violence ]
