I will always adore you and our little talks, for my heart is yours.

If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

this pull is more than just gravity.

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

1. the sad story of a broken mind incoherently splattered in words. 2. the dead caricature of someone too far gone to see. 3. not enough. #53 in poetry / #163 in short story (29-10-14)

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]

❝ When actions aren't enough to express, let the pen do its magic instead. ❞ © nate k. 2012

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

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?