~ twixx ~

if i were made of paper, i'd write you love letters in my skin

a dragon OC of mine

on this night, a golden-haired boy sat cradled in the embracing arms of three sturdy tree branches

I’m tired. Tired of water, tired of remembering, tired of everything.

it is in the cooling crest of the essence of autumn that to the edge of the forest i venture to roam

fingers entwined in hers, i walk a dirt path mapped out by years of footsteps before me.

when my eyes quiver open, they are clouded with a thousand years of slumber's remnant

An ancient wilderness spirit and a child.