𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ Something set free is running through the night,⠀ And a dark awaits us all around the corner…⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

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𝓛eona 𝓓ion — an original character and poem written by MYLES.

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[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

Spring is here and I am lost.
Spring is here and I am still cold.
Spring is here and in the unearthed sun, I wilt.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

Winter is coming, and I can’t help but feel a little dread.
Autumn is nice, though, this time of year, I tend to lose myself; changing with the colors of the trees, losing my leaves and becoming empty.

If only that last bit were completely true.

[Odysseus @odysseyofhomer]

Terrified that I will come home to a house that no longer knows me

[☾ @orphanedsky]

i have spent days with the trees. those silent guardians of sorrow.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

how come i end up where i started? how come i end up where i went wrong?

[۟ @godsfell]

half daughter, half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

I have fallen sick. But then, I have always been sick, since the day I was born.

[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀you ask me about love and i tell you about violence .

i’m sorry .

i thought that’s what love was .

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

…?

[Sylvia Plath. @unabridgedplath]

I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

“If no one knows you’re alive, you aren’t.” And here I have been toeing the line of death for over a decade now.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

That post hurt a bit, to be honest.

[Bandage Brigade @Bandage_Brigade]

what a horrible night to have a curse 💀

[Nostos @NostosLit]

from the diaries of franz kafka

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

I have not slept, but this is not unusual.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

Winter is coming, and I can’t help but feel a little dread.
Autumn is nice, though, this time of year, I tend to lose myself; changing with the colors of the trees, losing my leaves and becoming empty.

If only that last bit were completely true.

[𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 @CLLCTOR]

The hunter becomes the prey; I who grew stronger in the warm months now hide in the shadows. The predators which ignore their call to sleep are the ones to be feared in these times. l