three am.
you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.
[Camp Nanowrimo Project] They watched him grow up from the gaps in the floorboards. They waited for his dreams to die and his hope to wither. They fed on his dying childhood. They. The monsters.
❝Roses have thorns, my dear, but so do you. ❞ In which Jan falls into an existential crisis, and Pete is there for her, if only in the form of words on her screen.
As far as lazy roommates go, Death is probably as bad as they come. Rosa Delgada only wants a nice, ordinary weekend. When some guy claiming to be the Reaper comes knocking on her door, any plans of normality are thrown straight out of the window. Now she's got to worry about Death sleeping on her sofa, the forces of...
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
Every girl is wondering about two things: 1. What do I want to do with my life? 2. What kind of person do I want to marry? So I traveled around the world looking for answers. Five men, three continents, one prophecy... And an appearance on Chinese reality TV. I thought fairy tales only existed in leather-bound b...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?