scorp

make an another world for me through the mirror

Two makeshift detectives chase after the disappearance of Ophelia Artel.

She could recall the rush of adrenaline, the lifting motion in her stomach, the smile that graced her face after the fact. Power wasn't something easily forgotten.

Stories are remembered more than people. That’s why I remember the saying, but not the person who told it to me.

I celebrate my tests instead of my smiles

a poem about art block

a nostalgic poem?

Time could kill, but it could not kill everything.

she's rich...................

can you even fall out of love?

what chagrin, how bittersweet. i wish you were jealous of me.