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there is magic in her bones.

there is magic in her bones.

you’ll find her in the treehouse made of ash and alder, an ancient soul locked inside a heart that beats through fear and strength do you not see the charm in her ruins? the petals that bloom from dropping limbs when the darkness rose, she flooded it with scattered...
clover and chaos.

clover and chaos.

wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where we crush green clovers beneath our feet we are madness and chaos and luck and joy, lips of absinthe spilling blessings in poetry -ashley...
Fernweh

Fernweh

  She chases the messenger in a sky full of stars, explores forests just like the one etched on her heart Kismet chaos stains her curious lips, and wild dreams linger on her fingertips as faraway places softly call out her name, whispering of a sweet madness that...
Matchstick Romance

Matchstick Romance

  We played innocent, though we never were We were matchsticks striking creating chaos and sparks, the flash of danger in the dark We were catastrophic, a burning love that wreaked havoc with flames, leaving behind lonely nights and empty days, our tangled state...