a story about a boy who died boring. in which four teens are woven into the death of eighteen year old derik vincent.

after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.

who are the gods? are they us?

This is the death of the nice girl, the disillusionment that we ever needed to be one. They expected us to crawl to them, with palms up and legs open with perfect pretty painted faces and oh so sweet smiles, what a show to behold, what a horror to live. But I clench a knife between my teeth now, grinning ugly and bloody. And I'm never nice.

"Brother mine, your dog isn't the only blood I've got on my hands." Sherlock Holmes and his flatmate, John Watson, have been gaining international fame for their crime solving. Amidst the fame, the duo has made friends, and enemies. Freshly added to that list are Sherlock's old wounds and a forgotten memory: Sherlock's big sister.

volcano brain

we want a meaning where there isn't one (A/N - SOME PARTS ARE BEING REWRITTEN)

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

it will make sense in the morning.