In the good old days, you didn't have a say. This is a story of a missing princess and her garden of death. COMPLETE

are underrated. they're so real, you have no idea.

-ONESHOT- Is Leila anorexic or isn't she? It's just a matter of definition.

A collection of poetry. /ED trigger.

At first, it was the things no one would miss, like HIV and cancer and that little opera house in North Minneapolis.

we're gonna burn the world to the ground and turn it upside down. let's pretend the only thing we have to regret is regret. pillowbook III. FINISHED.

when all i see are lovers who could have been mine. pillow book.

he said. a pillow book.

what do you know about me? she asked one day at lunch. /femmeslash

tell me about my future, because i already know my past. a pillowbook.

give it back

In death, we learn how to breathe.

we used to catch them in our hands.

This is in the love section because it's about loving yourself and your body. Or at least accepting yourself. Here's a little secret between you me and the internet, sometimes I agree with 'Nothing tastes as good as thin feels'. And that scares me.

Self-explanatory

-FLASH FICTION- You were an ugly baby. I want you to know that.

Prose: Literally, anything written that is not poetry. The text, the words on the page, the stuff the reader is actually reading. Here’s what you need to make a reader want to read.

The water cascades from above, your dress is sticking to your body and you can hear your cats scratching at the bathroom door.

[gen] Queen Mab, queen of dreams, the siren of my soul, why do you refuse to speak?

[femmeslash] she told me that when I am queen, I will be beautiful

Finding beauty all around you, in six parts. [femmeslash]

today I'm the symbol on the bathroom door. [Slam Poem]

[femmeslash, experimental] The Apple was in her hands the one that said: to the most beautiful, and you loved her over coffee. So this is how it goes.

[femslash, sappy] we are quite alike, scientifically

my poetry is like vomit: repulsive, hard to ignore, but revealing and true

i ache.

[correct title: (the simplicity of) fairytales] Once Upon A Time you were beautiful.

[Femmeslash. Old.] I hate you like pomegranates.

love, stop reading hope in epileptic smiles

[collaboration] she came out wrong

it's illegal to fuck with the dead, you know

it has to do with pain. a so called self-expression. trying to be what you thought everyone wanted. and losing your sense of dignity, losing yourself, in the process.

they were watching you