People always end up hurting you, that's why most people end up on the street.

we met when we were 16. at 42, i still miss you.

story #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]

❝Some people are meant to fall in love with each other but not meant to be together.❞ © tilmorning. Book 1.

❝Maybe we fell in love because we can't be together.❞ A sequel to the story 'something' told in his own words. © tilmorning

A boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.

He held her hand in his own, his finger dancing in circles across her soft skin, "you know that place between sleep and awake;" he whispered, "that place where you can still remember dreaming?" His grip tightened around her small frame, his eyes boring into hers, "that's where i will always love you... that's where i will always be waiting." © tilmorning.

A world where being big boned is the normal and being skinny is the minority. ☁ Based on BodyPositivity's writing challenge. © tilmorning 2014 All Rights Reserved.

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

Where a girl receives messages from an anonymous passerby who wants to show her the world. © tilmorning. 2013