Ventricle Map

From here, you can see my epicardium, coated in bookish quotes and names of playlists that have yet to be … More

berries

fingers bloodied with fruit flesh, she echoes my name from across the curb. something about “found a really good one … More

‘Hope’ isn’t a dainty or delicate thing— she is blood and grit, her voice of symphonic echoes and screaming doubt … More

she sighed and the air sighed with her a mutual release of exhaustion and lyrical breath. hair fell with the … More

I like to think you’d be proud of who I’ve become, of my stubborn passion and hyper-fixed ambition. I tell … More

To begin, thank you. If you’ve been reading this page for 6 years, 6 months, or 6 minutes, thank you. … More