“925 miles is a long way to go for one girl,” Mary says, chewing on her bottom lip. “Well, you’re a spectacular girl.” And Mary only frowns and tries to blink away the gathering tears. “Perhaps I’m not as spectacular as you think.”

in which a girl who is afraid to speak meets a boy who doesn't know when to shut up.

“you realize I’m not the type to stick around, right?” “i never asked you to be.” © summer. s | winterings [2014]

'now if you never shoot, you'll never know.'

in which a boy with stars in his eyes and a girl with ash in her lungs waste time before the world ends.

i see stars when i think of you.

you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.