•a series of short stories and poems about the most beautiful being existing, life and philosophy soft/smut/sensitive/might make you cry the only connection between the stories/poems is the person who inspired me to write them, so credits to my dearest english/french •un recueil des histoires courtes et poèmes sur le plus beau être existant, la vie et la philosophie la seule connexion entre mes histoires/poèmes est la personne qui m'a inspiré à les écrire, merci à vous, ma plus chère anglais/français *cover by @ishaborhara

one poem for every day of the year. 2020 will be a year of no lies, a year of no pretending that everything is ok. this is the truth. wattpad has a limit of 200 parts per story. there is a second part, three six five pt. 2.

A collections of personal poems.

[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/17 : #393 in Poetry 31/12/17 : #172 in Poetry 1/1/18 : #126 in Poetry 3/1/18 : #107 in Poetry 4/1/18 : #94 in Poetry 5/1/18 : #82 in Poetry 6/1/18 : #80 in Poetry 7/1/18 : #69 in Poetry 8/1/18 : #66 in Poetry 9/1/18 : #57 in Poetry 10/1/18 : #47 in Poetry 12/1/18 : #35 in Poetry 18/1/18 : #34 in Poetry 19/1/18 : #15 in Poetry 7/2/18 : #13 in Poetry 9/2/18 : #10 in Poetry 16/2/18 : #7 in Poetry 7/3/18: #6 in Poetry

and our bloodstreams were poisoned by this toxic love. [[lowercase intended.]]

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

empire, as in the rise and fall of. { poetry aiming to haunt } ➳ beautiful cover by @ketterdams

A collection of enigmatic quotes.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.