But they do here :
Rendering.tumblr.com
I wonder why?
(no, of course this isn't an inferior platform...)
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
I.
in my wrist
i have
no bird to sing
for autumn’s sweater;
II.
i still die
inside the songs
that anchor weight onto
his name.
III.
*I visit your mind
from the inside of mine
every night;
it is not my decision*
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
i get hungry late one night and
bite the petals from a rose
it tastes bitter
and so
soft
i pretend it is your heart
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC