on the dark as a comfort-cave
Dear Trivarna, these night-woven poems, written in the ink of your loneliness, feel like incantations to the longest night. Unsettling and lovely. xo
Beautiful💜
Dear Trivarna, these night-woven poems, written in the ink of your loneliness, feel like incantations to the longest night. Unsettling and lovely. xo
Beautiful💜