We're Poets, Darling. We Bleed On Paper.

💐

Her

her absence makes time feel awfully long

her touch keeps me safe from the dangers of the world

her voice intrigues me, it’s the only sound I love to hear

women, art, same thing

As I stretched for you, lightning traversed through my skin.

nothin' like dark chocolate to brighten up my day 🫦

word.

via subliming.jpg

what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy

I used to see things differently; now I see things for what they genuinely are,

where mind over matter wins every time, therefore I don't mind knowing that you don't matter.

Philani Hlela, Mind Over Matter

What should be the title??

-crimsoncraft

Once we start loving ourselves, people no longer seem good to us unless they are actually good for us.

just another interlude. (poetry cover)