"Darling. We don't have a lot in common but we're on the same track. I've been a criminal all my life, and you're just starting." •••WARNING: LOTS OF UNNECESSARY P!ATD AND TOP REFERENCES••• also this is hella cringe because i wrote it forever ago

Quinn Augustine and Alex Turner had a relationship like the petals of a flower; beautiful together, but delicate. After life hit the two hard, the petals to their flower tore apart, quickly and painfully. Five years later apart and alone, the two stumble upon each other in the unlikeliest of ways. And all that can be heard is mad sounds.

❝You can't cling to the past. Because no matter how tightly you hold on, it's already gone.❞

the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.

words extracted from the deep caves of my labyrinth, or poetry constructed in my messy mind.

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