Irony takes form in a manic color–blind artist selling multicolored balloons at a park all while sinking into an autumn’s morning. LMAO BLEsSY YOUS BETTERSD READS THIS OR I'LL FLY OVER TO WHERFVER YOU ARE ANDNNNDDDD– This sorty is majorly fluff. Be warned plz.

❝run-on sentence - in which two independent clauses are joined without proper punctuation and conjunctions.❞ Ellie had always been an introvert. She would rather stay home to watch her favorite TV shows, cleaning out a jar of peanut butter and occasionally rereading Pride and Prejudice for the nth time while the rest of the world continued to socialize. Wes had always been good at making friends. He could buy some Gatorade at a convenience store and end up befriending the middle-aged cashier behind the counter or ride the bus and end up having fifty inside jokes with his seatmate before he gets to his stop. Together, they were like a run-on sentence: Two entirely separate thoughts colliding with each other to form a string of words, woven together together to form a chaotic kind of beauty. --- Cover by Kodie (@deadlier)

"Sometimes happiness feels like a chore." A short story chronicling the relationships (and lack thereof) of Drew; in which nights and days are spent curled up in the tear-and-food-stained sheets, with and without the warmth of another living soul, because he has lived like this and he'll probably die like this -- whether he likes it or not. (As if life ever bothered to ask). Otherwise known as: Sleep is for the weak, and love is for those asleep. So Andrew shouldn't wonder why he's virtually a self-induced insomniac who might just very well die of loneliness one day.

We could call her Adelia, as long as we had extra bread in the house when she came in at night.

In Tokyo, where the System siphons thought, emotions & memories, a literature student meets a strange psychic girl and they embark on an escape from mindless agents, dream worlds and reality itself, in a soul-searching journey for love, for identity and what it means to be human. But all that remains is a peculiar coffee shop order. The novel examines the human condition, perception, socio-political systems, capitalism and consumer culture, incorporating paranoiac conspiracy theories, surreal cosmic visions, circular symbolism and shifting parallel worlds, with profound discussions of coffee, art, literature and music. [Dystopia, Magical Realism, Philosophy, Literary] #1 Sci-Fi, Spiritual; #Wattys2014 Award Winner; Featured on Wattpad, IndieReader, @DIGonUSA "Struck me to the very core of my being." "Very interesting concept of reality... Thought provoking.." "I have been turned to a whole new way of thinking because of you." "Like a seven course meal full of spice and illumination... One does not listen to a classical piece to get to its ending. No. It is the ride, the moment by moment...a genuine Masamune among stories." "It was both personable and philosophical. A rare breed of good story and thought provoking ideas... A virtual standing ovation would not be enough to encapsulate the absolute awe I have of you." "It's not a regular thing to find a piece of work that oozes sophistication and embodies literature and art." "The world Takatsu has created opens to the deeper awareness of another, the draw of another." - Mary L Tabor, Wattpad author, essayist, professor "Offers acute, almost painful observations of the minutiae of life, if life took place in a Murakami snow-globe." - IndieReader Insiders "Vapoury style that seems to hover off world at times...haunting and strange (which is good)...You're on to something different, striking." - B.W. Powe, York University English Professor, award-winning author, poet, philosopher http://EspressoLove.tk

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

in which a really fucked up girl meets a really fucked up boy in the hallway of a mental health institution. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 mtvworld | kayleigh

Completely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

"We often confuse what we wish for with what is." ~ Neil Gaiman