Some love stories are quiet. Some are loud. Theirs is both. Lilian Zoey Winslow has spent the past year surviving, not living. An ambitious architect with a bright future, she now drifts through life, weighed down by the loss of her fiancé. Grief has made her world small, and she's perfectly fine with that until he barges in. Nathaniel Ezra Calloway is reckless with charm and effortless with people. A numbers guy with a big heart, he sees the world in motion, always chasing the next thrill. But when he meets Lilian-cold, distant, untouchable-he can't look away. And despite every sign telling him to leave her alone, he doesn't. Thrown together by fate, tangled in unspoken words and unexpected moments, Lilian and Ezra's lives collide in ways neither of them expect. She's a woman frozen in time. He's a man who never stops moving. And yet, somehow, they keep crossing paths. She doesn't believe in second chances. He refuses to give up on her. And maybe-just maybe-love isn't about moving on. Maybe it's about finding someone willing to stand still with you.

The precarious journal of Charlie Beast. After running away from home, she meets a strange little man with an even stranger past. Her journey takes her far and just as she settles into her childhood home state, her and Pip are confronted with some dangerous individuals. Just when Charlie thinks it can't get any worse, it does. The two of them are transported to Pip's home planet, Routhea. There, they must learn to survive in the harsh conditions of the desert and correct the wrongs of Pip's past. But Charlie has a secret of her own. One that may get them both killed.

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

a collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") {RM 2022-2023}

A collection of poems and narrative essays about my life including topics of trauma, addiction, healing, and hope.

A collection of all the poems I've written, and I'll be adding more;) •Most may be depressing, but dw I'm fine! •Pls feel free to comment your opinion, I need to know how I did!! Enjoy~

This is a collection of short stories dedicated to the lonesome in all of us. The lonesome of our souls. I have written these to acknowledge the broken people, and the people who cannot be helped. The people who we see, and we walk straight past, because it's allegedly not our problem. I have written these little snippets of other peoples stories to let you know, that there is so many things out of your control, and things you cannot help. I have written these stories to open your eyes. Lots of love, Iviayn <333

I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-

This is a collection of poetry all written by myself The individual poems will be marked as parts with their names. These poems are completely my own. They are the essence of my soul. It's like when you are younger and you just painted something out of watercolor, and it is terribly awful, but it's your own, so you learn to love it. Nevertheless, I don't know if these poems are good or bad. You tell me. All in all, I sincerely hope that you get an extreme feeling melancholy reading this, because really, is poetry any good if it's not sad??? Lots of love, Iviayn <333

Updates every Friday ----- After a car accident, Mike wakes up to a perfect life with loving wife, beautiful kids and stable job. But a blurry lamp keeps appearing in his vision, making him question if any of it is real.