— Let’s Stargaze And Forget About The World

When you let go of all that wishes to leave, what will you have left except all these memories that you're better off without? They won't leave though; their presence will linger like claw marks on wood and creases on a crumbled up piece of paper. They're stubborn unlike all the things you wish had stayed.

I have one in our classroom w my bestie

fuck,marry,kill (u can only choose tumblr ppl and one for each category no repeats)

I do wanna fuck someone but they are inactive so i won't tag them

I can literally marry any of my girls @ahhhidkwdym maybe her she is kinda cute spending the rest of my life with her would be fun

I am killing none other than my favourite person on this entire planet @ihateyouvishal

Pic from Pinterest 📌(⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)✧⁠*⁠。

Honestly I am done with self sabotaging I will kill people now

Sometimes it feels like a lie to call myself a poet --

The world is a gorgeous, ethereal place --

All I've ever done is, do my best to use what little words I have to tell you what my eyes have happened to see, and, what my heart has happened to feel.

I'm just another of life's many plagiarists --

Stealing experiences for myself and pretending they're words born from my soul --

So what's the term, then, when the universe's machinations bring me across someone like you, and my heart is filled with so many words that I could write a thousand novels?

A poet?

A thief?

Or simply a woman with a mind, taken, filled to the brim by chance, with desire, need, and affection?

"Could you even describe the warmth of a glowing moon?" V. Rue, 2025.

Some pages from my book of pressed flowers