hoping for a millionth time
A prediction of my near future... I hope I'm wrong.
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
A septolet about Christmas Trees!
as you can tell, i have partial writer's block <3
A collaboration with @dogslinwriter on a simple walk in the woods. Enjoy! <3
A small part of the ocean I'll forever carry in my blood
But be the story of 𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 finally bespoken by the lips of their 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕤' 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤...
One of my personal favorites that I've written! I read it oft for rexation! Sorry if it's too boring for y'all...
A little something for the prompt! ^^
whose flowers bloomed even in the harshest of winters
Can't wait for the morning, can you?
I sit at the base of an oak tree, on the top of a small hill.
Rain falls from a cloudy gray sky. Bits of sun break through,
The air is cold. I can see my breath.
empty skeletons. soft murmurs. budding hope.
This pain is too much, it burrows too deep...