24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

Spoken word.

Blinded by the heavy rain

Chicago    As long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, and beauty out of sorrow ig: mel0dierose

Melbourne    There's a language in the way heartstrings get tickled.

Exeter    Just another misanthropic female on the verge of adulthood. http://www.fictionpress.com/~thebeautyofthegrave thebeautyofthegrave.tumblr.com

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. - Elbert Hubbard

26/Other/Spiritual Infinity, θεός    Gender Fluid.