27/04/2025

I was an angel once,

my hands cupped like a prayer,

my mouth filled with soft words and sweeter things.

But oh, how the hunger came,

How it chewed through my ribs, gnawed at my spine until I was empty enough to feel it all.

Your absence has left me starving, skin tight over bones, craving the marrow of you.

I searched for you in dreams, in corners of rooms that smell like your ghost,

and the hunger only deepened, curling like smoke in my throat.

(going to start adding snippets of my poems to my posts :))

ok!

Akur Chol by Ricardo Abrahao for Vogue Portugal January 2025

giving out free candy. who wants some?

Arthur Adams

breakfast

el arte de vivir es pintarse a uno mismo sin miedo