𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓉𝓇𝓎~~

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

a collection of one line stories ~~~~ welcome to the tragedy that is my mind

vanilla scented poetry

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.