17/F/indy    lesbian who loves soup

🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …

Gweru, Zimbabwe    The face of Mary Is my moon tonight As I am intoxicated By the rhythm Of the dance without legs (From the poems of Omah …

pretentious, pathetic, poetic

Barcelona   

we're nothing but daydream machines pull the plug, send us to sleep

I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life