e x p r e s s

i have feelings i can't explain. all i know, is that they're because of you.

Runner

❝i'm a runner in the race you'll be watching from the sidelines.❞

the night amy died

june 8, 1984. how apt.

empathize

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.

Sublime

❝ he and she, running around sanity. ❞ © nate k. 2014

aftermath

❝the last things i saw were the headlights.❞

remigrate

"you imprinted yourself on me like coffee does to pages in a book, and that stuff sticks." letters from adrian. [ © donut_ 2014 ]

dear alice.

alice grimsby was dead and that's really all to it ↳orignal short story this was written when I was about 14 you have been warned... © tacets

Fragments

One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

garden

eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina

WATER BATHS

She reminded him of a wet pebble; cold to the touch, hard, noir, from the heated core of the earth. He reminded her of abandoned coffee; bitter, in need of warmth, inherently lonely. Arrogant boy. Merciless girl. Hard girl. Prickly boy. In their own rotating worlds all they once shared were water waves and chlori...

the impurities

this is not pretty // this is not clean