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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Running. Rain starts suddenly. I’m already soaked so I might as well keep running. 5 miles down. My shoes feel like I was scuba diving and my clothes are trailing water but I’ve earned my stripes today. Hell yeah, Beast mode.

Kiss your own fingertips
and hug your own curves.
You are made of waves and honey
and spicy peppers when it is necessary.
You are a goddess,
I hope you haven’t forgotten.

—Emery Allen (via psych-facts)

(via fashionandthechubbygirl)