dear mr. fitz

a shrine for forbidden things

some girls dream of prom. i dream of your handwriting in the margins of my poems.

this site is for velvet notebooks, polaroids, pink lipstick stains, poetry in coffee shops, and love letters you can’t send.

i light a candle every night like i'm waiting for a ghost. or a grade.

❝ you call it inappropriate. i call it poetry. ❞
β€” aria, probably

inspired by lana del rey