american gothic
have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.
have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.
❝S h e who uses intimacy as a way of trying to forget.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2019
about a girl who could never believe in herself Highest ranking: #52 in Short Story- 4/4/17 Cover by @indecsion9
I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
Read the full-length story on FicFun (link in bio)! In which an enigmatic freshman speaks through a shared bathroom door to his mysterious troubled neighbour. (Conversations SPIN-OFF)
bal-co-nee-al ; of or referring to a balcony \\ in which a cynical girl and a disastrously (self-characterized) aromantic psychology student have daily discussions between neighbouring balconies \\ #1 in short story june & july 2k15 \\ book 1
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
A dialogue short story about the things we wake up to that remind us there are still things in this life worth waking up for. ante meridiem - [adv. & adj.] "before noon;" Abbr: A.M. Or a.m. [credit to owner of image (not me)]