run

do you ever feel the desire to run? [Cover made by etherealinsanity]

delay

A girl. A train. A delay. [Cover made by rigor_samsa]

zero

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 fishe...

Lucky

❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014

stops.

two men on a path heading for nowhere.

therapy

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

human

thursday

Contrast

A collection of tragedies of sorts, of demons or angels (whatever you'd fancy to call them) that lurk and/or gleam in my mind. Written when the moon's dreary and the sun's near awakening. Obnoxiously metaphoric, subtly inspirational. © Jake Sullivan, 2014

Ribcage

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014

sixty seconds

❝he wasn't looking for anything permanent, and she knew; but unlike everyone else, she didn't care.❞ timid but thriving, blair was anything but opposed to making friends with the tall, mysterious, blue-eyed boy playing guitar on a bench at one a.m. outside the city she lived in. loud but withdrawn, van wasn't like...

flawless

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

Ten Reasons Not To Die

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Saving Summer (Completed)

He just wanted to find the key to the door she was hiding behind.

That Deaf Girl

Quinn is has been deaf since she was six years old. When she was three, she got a horrible case of meningitis, which made her go deaf. Ever since then, Quinn has been trying her best to be as normal as possible in her high school, McAurthur. Then there's Oliver. The quiet kid that sits in the back of Quinn's biology...

&.

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

spectrums | completed

the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.

Dream People

It was a dream, yet reality. Time seemed to move faster then it should. A dream world, yes, a dream world that simple shouldn't exist. Yet it does, and we all live there, and when you live in a dream world you're damned to meet some dream people.

the art of

"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."

set free

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

ｄｅａｒ ｏｌｉｖｅｒ

dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

facade

what a strange feeling

definitions.

some things just define us.

Hello, Goodbye.

❝You have to understand that someday I can't just say hello to you to risk another goodbye. ❞

bravery

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #31 Poetry: #90)

Rhapsody

A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.

Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

negative filter

barely poetic brain matter.

sweater weather

♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.

anthology

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

burning.

i burn under the moon.