she shied away because she was afraid of the fire kindling inside of her. terrified of letting her independence slip away, she gave up and took the first plane to an island with nothing but pink sands and white waves✨
Wash away the pain that has driven me insane; bathe in the memories that refuse to fade and scrub the bad ones away; Drain out the worries that have tormented me all day; and finally, dry off and shine bright as if you were dipped in sun rays.
but in the moonlight, I appear to be godly, lovely; otherworldly, touched with fantasy. but in the sunlight, I appear to be god-touched, blooming, immortal. drenched in a speckled shower of falling stars, the darkness is chased away by the unfurling, healing rays of light. the murky cape of twirling cosmos once burdoned my shoulders, until… Continue reading moonlight/sunlight
I am solid yet also transparent. a goddess born free from mortal desires, i drip with godliness and i am sustained by your adoration. I am the wind that tastes like stars, I am the crushed rose petals That stain your skin like ashes, I am the voice plaguing your thoughts Like an ocean without… Continue reading goddess
Self- conscious: The image in the mirror distorts... The image ripples, distorts as the chatter behind me disappears.Time pauses- a blip in time as the mirror unveils a being fashioned in flesh, muscle, and bone, a being that almost resembles me. She turns left and right, sucks in her stomach and arches her back-hoping to distract… Continue reading self-conscious
Wintersong by S. Jae-Jones Rating: BEWARE: SPOILERS FOR DAYZZ READ MORE REVIEWS Goodreads summary: Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell. All her life, nineteen-year-old Liesl has heard tales of the beautiful, mysterious Goblin King. He is the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground, and the muse around which her music is composed. Yet,… Continue reading Wintersong Review
languid fantasies have commanded the stage for aeons, but have we forgotten the beasts we once were–the beasts who did not need music and poetry to convey what they truly desired?
supple, sensitive skin, a senseless body trapped in a prison that feels everything. sensations lap lovingly on my sweat-slick skin, sensible decisions have been lost dismissed, disregarded as I pursue all aspects of satisfaction. senses rob me , drown me, fill me with pleasure tinged with pain until I am finally desensitized.
The Blue Sword by Robin McKinley Some SPOILERS FOR DAYSZ Rating: READ MORE REVIEWS Goodreads Summary: “Harry Crewe is an orphan girl who comes to live in Damar, the desert country shared by the Homelanders and the secretive, magical Hillfolk. Her life is quiet and ordinary-until the night she is kidnapped by Corlath, the Hillfolk… Continue reading The Blue Sword (Damar #1) Review
Chosen to love you. The elements have forewarned us Of the battles ahead, The walls that will tear, When I shed my last tear. I have braved the front lines, for you. A Glock to my head, I bit the bullet, for you. 2 bullets left in the chamber, 10 seconds left before time runs… Continue reading Chosen