23/M/USA    To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees; but she who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks …

little lost moonchild

saturn    vanish like the smoke in the wind

17/F   

not here not ever

sweet nothings.    it seemed impossible. it was.

29/M    Life in the furthest, coldest part of my abyss.

17/Non-binary/Lubbock TX    Don't be fooled by my edgy sad poetry my aesthetic is pure pastels and vaporwave

18   

19/Non-binary/London   

20/F/England   

None a ya bizniz    None a ya bizniz i-ther.