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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I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.

(via the-heart-of-the-lion)

It was one of those nights when the waxing moon shone doggedly through her open window, the warm April air sifting in on a muggy breeze. Her bedsheets whispered like a tired lover’s sigh as she tossed and turned, and her mind raced across memories like empty sand dunes…

—Hearthesirenssong (via hearthesirenssong)

(via coffeestainedheart)