sharing a room with someone you want the most is like sharing a room with an open fire. they're constantly drawing you in, and you're constantly stepping closer even though you know you know you know it cannot end well. you know, but you ignore your rationality because you're self destructive. you're self destructive because they have turned you so; because love has turned you so.
so you burn.
{Inspired by "Carry On"by Rainbow Rowell.}
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my writings
Randomi like writing, and like to think that i'm kind of good at it. following is a set of short stories/poems i've written with literally no ideas in mind (a.k.a. word vomit). enjoy, i guess? //warning: swears.//
