the forest floor, a quiet cemetery for everything fallen.

stay close to those who can hear you when you're quiet.

night flowers grow in the darkest part of the forest. they are courageous and beautiful in the delicate absence of light.

i want the quiet corners of your forest where the shadow fall like rain.

i want to be the softest light but today i am a cemetery of fallen stars.

I felt as soft as a summer day, all bloom and scent, all joy of being.

i want to disappear, but i also want someone to find me.

i love a gloomy forest.

my forest is a museum of trees and the soft memories of when your wind sang to me.

and here you are again breathing life into the abandoned forests inside of me.

you need therapy, scorpio.

in her softness, my soul breathes easily

The human condition is flawed and messy and I love it

I’m made of moments of eternal memory

She's more thunderstorm than girl.

I love Taylor Swift. Her music makes me happy. End of story.

her, with flames in her heart and embers littering her soul

Sorry dude, you're not a "lone wolf sigma male", you're a dickhead.

She spends her quality time hugging trees

It might seem like honey dripping from that tongue at first, until you notice the sharp blades.