Miss Black Feather

Thu, 12 Jan 2017 09:15:52 +0000

One day I set fire to everything I thought I was and began to learn who I was. ~ John M. Green


    Do Not Judge My Story By The Chapter You Walked In On More

    Be your own fire

    Jack Kerouac Print

    Haunting the dark sky

    He will be free to be himself someday soon. His fire is coming back

    Phoenix. By Lennon Hodson. Our passion ignites us. Rapture spawns the inferno in which we perish, entwined. From smoldering coals we are formed and, from our ashes, we rise. Discovered in the aftermath, our memory, our birth scars; third degree madness. Identical imperfections. Forever branded. ️LO

    and never could i have known the taste of heaven, had i not swallowed pieces of hell, first. -ebn

    Wow this is incredibly powerdul

    From A Poetry Book Called Love And Space Dust