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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...
Reminiscence

Reminiscence

We spend our days hanging on to old moments deep within the heart, treading carefully through bookstores and bars, storing memories between dusty pages as we sip on sorrow, burying our lament in the fiery burn We spend our nights barely breathing, listening to sad...