Phoenix feathers and stardust

The inner thoughts of a closet firecracker.

Poetry I have written is unapologetically NSFW. And protected by copyright.

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It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

—Frederick Douglass (via mykarox)

(via youreyesblazeout)

Your
name
in my
mouth
was
how
I knew
that
destiny
had a
taste.

—Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

(via aredphoenix)

I love that definitive moment that only seems to happen in summer, where the air feels different and the wind blows wilder, right before the skies open up and pour.