things i love

Books. The murky smell of used paperbacks, burnt brown pages with spines broken to dust. The pristine sharpness of a book fresh off the shelf, pearly and eager to hold their heart out to you. Stories that hold more of... Continue Reading →

garden red.

Delicate shards of broken glass, strewn across the garden, twinkled as the sun began to burn against the morning fog. Ruby beams gently smothered the sky, dousing the early hours in a massacre of violent colours, breaking the spell of... Continue Reading →

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