𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲

retired poet

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

can't tell if I'm a garden or a graveyard

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

talk enough sense and you’ll lose your mind

[Istra of Glome @byistra]

This Dostoevsky line destroyed me

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

feeling like a small fish in a small pond

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

here we fucking go again is my new good morning

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

that first sip of coffee and a morning sigh

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

dying between sunsets

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

the night and the moon
have no need for words

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

pink moon pink moon pink moon pink moon pink moon

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

woke up on the wrong side of death again

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

you cannot escape the darkness that follows you. it will always await your demise.

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

i've had most of my stories end before they could even begin. do you now understand where all this pain comes from?

[ً. @abhorarchive]

tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what i am, or what i am not? tell me, mother, which should i regret: what i became, or what i did not?

[𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐲 @_wolfesque]

to be seen
and not exist
simultaneously

[ً. @abhorarchive]

i'm trying to be better than my father, i am, but my mother says she can see his eyes in me.

[ً @holyaches]

like any unloved thing， i don't know if i'm real when i'm not being touched.

[ً. @abhorarchive]

you are an empty vessel, whetted sharp as your sword, amalgamation of the lamb and the axe and the blood–matted fur made into one boy.

[withered heart . @witherngs]

suddenly,   he   felt   that   the   world   had   no   place   for   him,   no matter   how   large   it   was.