these thoughts are why i have no friends

snake in the grass. dreaming tree, dead roses, eyeballs. black skies surround us as they put grandpa to rest. rest in little pieces, the...

green hazel eyes. paperclip and cat tale. the night is young while it's gold. we will see the faces of death, we  will greet the un...

birchupsidedowntree

Don’t ever tell a girl to calm down, trust. Here we are between a bookshelf and a banana. The world seems different from this angle. ...

pocket poem. I am a Dreamer of the black moon White horizons above us as our bodies float upside down We are holding hands in outer...

Where is the soup? The colors are changing, fading away The sidewalk seems soft today. The sky fills up with cotton candy paint str...

i know i'm a creep Sometimes I don’t understand my own human brain. planning out a murder, mailing the rent check  and fake smilin...