Earth    14. Different and proud. Poetry is a jumble of experience, feelings, and alphabets. Don't be scared to make phrases that don't make sense, that is …

Houston    I bleed myself to be your drink; is not the blood of poets, ink? - William Soutar instagram: @jazzellemonae

26/BC    just a girl minding her own business trying to let the emotional torment out in words

Ohio    Per ardua ad alta

Rome    Everything is fucked and nothing makes sense

Ohio    The only thing I hate more than love is not being in it -Miles Hodges

25/Cisgender Female/Charlottesville, VA    @madisenkuhn | madisen.co | author of eighteen years + please don't go before i get better + almost home