ink & etchings

hi! you've dwindled upon the side blog of a girl known as vicky. //i'm an awfully shy hermit crab who cannot seem to speak properly and often scramble to find the right things to say. only through writing can i attempt to put my senseless thoughts into order. thank you for your time here, and i hope you find as much solace in these words as i do. t.c.p. -the clumsy poet.

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broken languages.

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You are enough.

the three words I need to hear the most right now.

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how did i once paint in your galaxy? i can no longer trace the constellations of my creations because there are stars i don't recognize.

t.c.p.

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You are a siren. I want to drown in your love - do not let me sink.

t.c.p. | Haiku of a Sailor

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but who isn't tired these days? we're all looking for something more than sleep.

t.c.p.

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a symphony in your hands.

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the last of us.

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